Story composition in my eyes

When I was a child, my mother was a candy in my eyes.

I don't know if I'm too greedy or if children are like this. When I was a child, I was a child who loved candy very much. Whether it's hard candy, milk candy or chocolate candy, I'm open to everyone, even white sugar. At that time, my family was not very rich and my parents were very hard. But whenever I behave well, my mother will take out a candy from behind me and pinch my little nose. "Hey, little glutton!" " "

After kindergarten, my mother is a story book in my eyes.

When I was 3 years old, my mother sent me to kindergarten. I also started to learn English. I can recite many poems! Mom is so happy. Every night, my mother would hold me and sit under the vines in the yard and tell stories. My mother has a beautiful voice and a wonderful story. Little Red Riding Hood, Tortoise and Rabbit Race, Seven Little White Rabbits, etc. They all fascinate me. I often pull my mother and clamor for her to tell stories.

After primary school, my mother was an umbrella in my eyes.

Are you beginning to understand? Why don't you understand mom's heart? I was in the second grade at that time. Whenever it rains, my mother will take me to school with an umbrella. "Is mother's strength too small?" I thought, why else does the umbrella always lean towards me? I must ask my mother to straighten her umbrella. She always smiles.

I still remember one time, my mother took me to school, and I was walking on the road when it suddenly began to rain. Raindrops hit my body and face, and it hurt. Mom took off her coat, raised her head and ran with me. Her arms are so warm, as if the sun is shining in her arms. My mother is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain.

In the fifth grade of primary school, I began to work hard for my grades. I study late every night. My mother sat next to me with me. Sometimes she will bring me a warm water bag and sometimes a steaming glass of milk. I will tell her everything, and she will always help me. She will comfort me when I am wronged; When I am unhappy, she will tell jokes; She laughs when I'm happy. In my heart, she is also an umbrella to keep me warm.

Now, my mother is more like a cup of strong tea.

After I entered junior high school, my mother became more and more strict with me.

Every time I take the monthly exam, she is always very harsh on my ranking. I am always under a lot of pressure. When I don't do well in the exam, she will lose her temper and always say, "Look at who you are and look at yourself. Why can others learn well and you can't? " What time is it now? I still want to play! How can a person like you get into a good high school? ! "Her words always make me cry. She is like a cup of strong tea, so bitter.

Until one night. I didn't do well in the exam that day, so I went to bed early because I was very sad to be scolded. I heard the door open, so I quickly closed my eyes. My door opened and a man sat by my bed, stroking my head and tucking me in. It must be my mother. I deliberately pretended to turn over, the quilt was opened and my mother covered it for me again. She stroked my head and said, "Son, you can't blame your mother. She doesn't want to do this either. " You are now.

I have entered junior high school. If you don't work hard, you will fall behind. The competition is so fierce now that mom is afraid you can't keep up. Anyway, mom is doing it for your own good. Please understand mom, okay? ""Well, "my mother sighed and went out. At that moment, I finally tasted the fragrance of strong tea. Actually, my mother hasn't changed, but I have. In this 13 spring and autumn, I went to see my mother with different eyes to discover and feel her love for me. Whether it's sugar or stories.

B. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "The Story in My Heart"

The story in my heart

We all grew up listening to stories when we were children. When we grow up, we grow up watching stories. When I was young, we listened to bedtime stories: Cinderella's tragic experience, Snow White's beauty and kindness, sleeping adventure, Thumbelina's story ...; When we grow up, we read famous books, such as Water Margin, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, A Dream of Red Mansions and The Journey to the West. ......

When we finish reading these stories, some memories will remain in our hearts, and these memories will form a new story, which is the story in our hearts.

What will be the story in my heart? Please continue reading.

The prince of the Moon Kingdom hopes to find a satisfactory girl to be his queen. So he made a big decision-to go out and find the queen.

Outside the palace, a performance of ethnic women is held for "Snow Princess" every year. Just in time for the prince to catch up.

The prince found a seat on the stage where he could see every festival clearly, and then sat down. Suddenly, the prince heard the quarrel, so he went to look for life. When he found the owner of the voice, he saw a woman and a janitor. This woman has long black hair, purple eyes, a small nose and a cherry-like mouth, but the only drawback is a birthmark on her face. Without this birthmark, she can be called a fairy. Suddenly, the gatekeeper shouted, interrupting the prince's thinking. "Like you." I said, looking at her, "I want to run for Snow Princess!" Pushing the woman, "Didn't you say that all women can participate?" The woman said in exquisite sentences. "yes! Why can't this woman take part in the competition? " The prince really couldn't stop this scene, so he stepped forward to dissuade him. Looking at the well-dressed man at the door, he said, "This is …".

What happened? What's going on outside? It's too noisy. "The host takes coming from the center of the stage. As soon as he got to the front, the doorman whispered a few words in his master's ear and said, "All right, go in. I can't get out of this little thing and I can't solve it. " Said, and turned to leave. The prince saw that there was no movement and returned to the observation area. The woman glanced at the prince and followed him in. The gatekeeper also closed the door.

The prince held the beautiful woman in his arms, took a deep breath and began to cry loudly. The beauty in his arms is the woman the prince met for the first time, but by this time she was already asleep.

A sad ending, a beautiful beginning, what will be the middle process? Speak your mind, that's the story in your heart.

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C. The story composition in my eyes is 600 words.

Adopt and answer.

D. The story composition in my heart is 800 words

Article 1:

Autumn wind brings the call of harvest, and also explains a harvest year; Sunshine, sowing warm seeds, also dedicating the milk of love; The motherland, which has made brilliant achievements, is seeking great development.

The earth is like a boat, rippling in the vast universe. In this blue boat of life, in its ancient east, there is such a country, which is called China.

The disappearance of Babylon, the gradual decline of Tianzhu country and the unknown name of Nile Valley seem to make people forget the four ancient civilizations. However, with the long history flowing, there is still one that has not declined, and that is China.

Five thousand years of Chinese civilization, the painstaking efforts of several generations, and how much deep red blood have been exchanged for today's powerful motherland.

Five thousand years, ups and downs; For centuries, fighting bloody battles, how many dynasties have changed, ups and downs; How much wisdom has made the depth of civilization.

My motherland is vast and rich in natural resources. My motherland has a vast territory. My motherland has the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, and my motherland also has Huangshan and Yellow River. I love my motherland, your rooster-shaped land, your majestic Kunlun Mountain, your vast and flat Hulunbeier grassland and your magnificent Dongting Lake.

Because of my motherland, I have a home; Because of my motherland, I am happy; Because of my motherland, I have learned knowledge and gained something. I cannot be separated from my motherland for a moment.

Flying north and south is because of the temptation of home;

Fallen leaves are rooted by the wind;

The wanderer shed tears because the motherland passed by him.

Because of the motherland, we have a strong cohesion, and our hearts are connected with the motherland.

At the Olympic Games, when we saw the red flag flying, we shed tears.

At the WTO meeting, we were filled with emotion, because we heard the last sentence;

Next to the TV, we cheered when we saw the spaceship take off. ...

We deeply love her-my dear motherland. No matter she is poor and backward, no matter she is humiliated, oppressed and tortured.

I have enjoyed the majestic atmosphere of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor and listened to the hymns echoed by the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River ... Everywhere I went, I sang praises to the great motherland, her magnificent mountains and rivers, and her long-standing cultural rivers.

I am proud, I am proud, just because I am a descendant of the Chinese people and my motherland is China.

Up and down for five thousand years, heroes come forth in large numbers. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and the broken loulan will not be returned! This is the eternal wish of every descendant of the dragon!

Motherland, motherland, may you always be young and happy.

Article 2:

"Get up, people who don't want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood ..." Whenever I play the national anthem, I can't help but feel overwhelmed. Since the 60th anniversary of the founding of New China, our motherland has experienced ups and downs, and science and technology have developed rapidly. Under the leadership of * * *, the sleeping dragon of our motherland was finally awakened.

Over the past 60 years, 56 ethnic groups have lived in harmony. Over the past 60 years, our motherland has been like a swift horse. Let's talk about Wuxi, my hometown, not the capital Beijing, nor Jiuzhaigou, a tourist attraction.

Over the past 60 years, Wuxi's economic development has kept pace with the times. There is a pearl around her-Taihu Lake. * * * Make Taihu Lake a fairyland. There are green belts along the road, and many open parks have been built beside Taihu Lake, such as Fisherman Island and Bogong Island. Standing by the lake, the wind gently brushed my cheek, and the white sails sparkled in the distance.

If you want to relax, go to the Civic Square. Citizen Square is divided into North Square and South Square. Let's go to the North Square first. How many people are here! There are old people who exercise, young people who walk and children who play. Badminton players, skaters and cyclists ... crossed bridge opening, and they came to the South Square. Where are the libraries and museums? The museum was built in 2008. It is a new landmark building in Wuxi. It is like an eagle flying high, symbolizing that China will soar like this eagle! In the distance is Kempinski International, the tallest hotel in Wuxi. Every night, the big TV set above it will start to work, and even people in the city center can see it. Grandpa told me that the Civic Square used to be a big venue. I can't imagine how this big venue has become a modern square. The night view of Wuxi is more beautiful. A series of "rainbows" cross the river bank, and neon lights on the roadside and decorative lights in shops are lit up, making Wuxi look like daytime.

It is precisely because of the concerted efforts of our 654.38+300 million people, Qi Xin, that we will have a modern China, a peaceful China and a prosperous China! Looking at the red scarf on my chest, I feel the burden on my shoulders. Looking at the five-star red flag hanging high, I feel extremely proud and proud! Pay tribute to the martyrs who died for the revolution, who exchanged their blood for a brand-new China!

"Five-star red flag, you are my pride, five-star red flag, I am proud of you, cheer for you, I bless you, your name is more important than my life ..."

Article 3:

My motherland in my heart

Drifting down along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, from the riverside of "Kan Kan is good at acting" in the Book of Songs to the Chu-Han boundary of "Jin Goma Iron" in Historical Records; From Li Daoyuan's Notes on Water Classics to Su Dongpo's River of No Return, I saw the pulsating motherland on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Look at the motherland with high loess slopes; Look at the motherland with endless fireworks, Qian Fan is competing for the exotic and colorful, and there are hundreds of battles; Look at the motherland where the peaks leap, the plains rush and the long rivers lash.

Read the spirituality of Zhong Ding's childhood in Oracle Bone Inscriptions; On the Great Wall full of bonfires, read the heroic spirit of the motherland's youth; Read the maturity of the motherland in a land full of poetry and science. ...

I want to say it, but I don't want to. I saw the weakness of my motherland. On the charred ruins of Yuanmingyuan, I feel that my motherland is a pool of blood. On the intrepid Zhiyuan ship in Deng Shichang, I feel that the motherland is a fire. But my motherland didn't sink. In the east of Asia, I rolled up mountains and seas with generous arms, held the descendants of the Chinese people in my arms, repaired the broken years with thatch and adobe, and fed the hungry life with wild vegetables and porridge. Mr. Zhongshan, in the dark, began to plan the strategy of governing the country, supporting the nation's flesh and blood on barren land; * * *, enlarge the pupil of vicissitudes, and guide the troubled motherland to magically walk through the storm of the century!

Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drifting down, crossing Hukou, crossing Kanto, taking the Three Gorges and heading for the sea. In Hexi Corridor and North China Plain, I see the richness and vastness of the motherland and the transcendence of the motherland day and night like a swift horse; In the Yangtze River Delta and Pearl River Delta, we can see the lofty motherland, and see the neon lights of the motherland's prosperity flashing day and night, like the Milky Way. ...

Give me the motherland of skin color, give me the motherland of wisdom and courage. Although in rural areas, there are still the eager eyes of dropouts; Although there are still laid-off women workers in cities and towns who have no choice but to complain, I know that there will be more waves of reform, breaking the shackles of old concepts and old systems and welcoming the majestic sunrise of the new century!

This is a revolutionary motherland. This is a boiling and rising motherland; This is a thriving motherland. My words have become history, and my words can form a galaxy, but the most emotional sentence is-take off the motherland, the motherland is auspicious, and the motherland is auspicious.

The surging river, the rolling Yellow River and the rolling mountain roads all belong to our great motherland. The mountains and rivers of the motherland are magnificent, the rivers of the motherland are beautiful, and the mind of the motherland is extremely broad.

When the iron tellurium of the invaders trampled on our beautiful mountains and rivers, every conscientious China people had tears on their faces and blood in their hearts. For their sacred motherland, they groped in the dark and fought in humiliation.

Wen Yiduo was angry and looked at the assassin's pistol coldly; Ji Hongchang hung a wooden sign that said "I'm from China" and walked among foreigners with blue eyes and yellow hair. Zhang Xueliang and General Yang Hucheng resolutely launched the Xi 'an incident to save the nation from peril. ...

Hero long! Throughout the ages, elegies and earth-shattering stories are telling a simple and simple belief that the motherland is in my heart.

It is this absolutely pure son of Qian Qian who has propped up the backbone of our nation and the hope of our motherland. It is they who, on their own "today", wrote down March of the Volunteers worthy of the times with full blood, which made our national anthem resound through today's China, so magnificent.

Looking back on the 5,000-year history, I found that the Great Wall, the essence of the motherland's life-the scar that recorded many vicissitudes of life, was so tenacious. This is a sign, a strength, a spirit and a desire! The Yangtze River-that is the pulse of the motherland! Jumping with endless throbbing, shedding endless feelings. Yellow River-that is the blood of the motherland, boiling, boiling, running, running, indestructible, holding high, how confident and proud! Five mountains-that's your palm, pointing to the desolate sky, poking at the sad land and angrily denouncing the ugly yes-men. ...

Shame and misfortune have become the past, and the Chinese nation has ushered in new glory. Since the reform and opening up 20 years ago, with the hard work of the broad masses of working people, we have made great progress in military affairs, science and technology, politics and sports. At the just-concluded Athens Olympic Games, athletes made China become a sports power for the first time by "sharpening a sword in ten years". The five-star red flag fluttered high over Athens again and again, and the vigorous and passionate national anthem of the people of China made countless Chinese sons and daughters surge with emotion and burst into tears.

"The motherland is in my heart", a simple six words, tells the truth of many people in China. It is precisely because of this China heart that the revolutionary martyrs shed their blood, the Olympic athletes fought bravely and created brilliant achievements again and again. Every Chinese descendant will have a boiling passion when he sees the five-star red flag flying in the wind.

Our happy life now is the blood of revolutionary martyrs. Seeing the red scarf fluttering on my chest, I have such a belief in my heart that the motherland is my mother and the country is more important than my family. When I grow up, I will make her stronger with my hands.

The motherland has a vast territory, a long history, treasures everywhere and beautiful mountains and rivers. The wild horse of thought is galloping, and I draw my mother with my heart. Her long hair is a thousand rivers flowing leisurely, her tough and steep back is a continuous mountain peak, and her bright eyes are the water of Dongting Lake and the waves of West Lake!

The motherland is the Oriental Pearl, the soaring dragon in Asia and the rising sun in Ran Ran on the distant horizon. The motherland is in your heart, in my heart, in all our hearts!

Fourth:

We love our motherland.

Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone! The topic of my speech today is "We love our motherland".

Whenever we look up at the five-star red flag and sing the solemn national anthem, patriotism will stir in our hearts. We have lived here for generations. With this fertile land, we are rich today, and the motherland is our home!

The motherland is our home, so each of us has the right and obligation to protect our motherland. Comrade Gao Xiao, a communications soldier in Zhenbao Island, is an example for us to learn from. He stayed on an isolated island for a long time in order to protect the security of his motherland. In order to make the island more beautiful, he brought back a carton of insects to pollinate the vegetables on the island on his way home to visit relatives. Another example is Zhan Tianyou, a famous railway engineer, who presided over the story of the construction of the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway in person, regardless of difficulties, threats and ridicule from imperialism. You say, which China people don't love their motherland?

The unknown contribution of the motherland, like my mother, always gives us unlimited help. Therefore, we should protect and love our motherland with our body, sweat and wisdom, just like Zhan Tianyou and soldier Gao Xiao. However, for us primary school students, we don't need to defend our motherland with our own bodies, but love our motherland with our own hearts. With ambition, you can't just talk without doing it. From now on, we should study hard knowledge and skills to repay the motherland and make contributions to the future construction of the motherland. Let us use our knowledge and sweat to write more brilliant poems of the Chinese nation!

We love you, motherland! You will always be in our hearts!

Actually, the composition is just for reference. Look at a few more examples and this inspiration will come out. . .

E. write a composition of more than 600 words with a story left in your heart as the topic.

Memory is incomparable, and the taste in memory can never be found again.

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The past is blowing in the wind, but a faint fragrance wafts from time to time from the depths of my memory. Let me walk with my memory, recall the stories treasured in my heart, watch the clouds roll and relax, and remember the flowers bloom and fall.

It was a summer day, when the sun put away its smiling face, dark clouds were gathering, lightning flashed across the sky, thunder rumbled and the wind roared in the ear. My mother asked me to go home in the morning. Because I was in a hurry, I went straight to the bus stop as soon as school was over. There were so many people that I was caught in the crowd waiting for the bus with a heavy schoolbag on my back.

About ten minutes later, the bus came and it was raining. Everyone rushed to the door of the bus. A group of boys older than me pushed me behind. The bus was full, but I didn't get on. What should I do? Wait for the next one! After a while, another car came, but it was full of people. No matter how people waved, the car flew by. alas ......

The thunder is getting louder and louder and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Grass hangs its head in the wind and rain, flowers put away their smiling faces in the wind and rain, and poplars tremble in the wind and rain.

At this time, I am hungry and hungry. I am afraid that the next moment, I will fall. God, have pity on me! Just when I was at a loss and didn't know how to get home, a taxi in the distance, like an angel, gave me hope. I quickly waved, for fear that if I slowed down a little, the car would disappear. I quickly opened the door and got into the car. After getting on the bus, I quickly took out five dollars from my pocket and handed it to the driver's uncle. Uncle asked, "Where to?" , "A Middle East Community." The bus went for a while, and when waiting for the red light, the driver's uncle answered a phone call and said to me, "Little friend, uncle is in a hurry, please get off." I got out of the car in a daze and remembered it when I closed the door. Money! "Uncle, money." But it was too late and the car disappeared without a trace. In the vast wind and rain, I was left standing on the side of the road helplessly. Let tears and rain converge into a stream. ......

The rain is still falling, the wind is blowing in all directions, and I am walking on the endless road. The wind rolls up the rain, hits the face and cools the heart!

I have no choice but to walk home. Not far away, a taxi stopped beside me. "Son, do you want to take a bus?" "I ... I have no money!" I answered falteringly. The driver seemed to see my embarrassment and said to me, "Never mind, I'll give it back when I get home." I feel warm inside. In a short time, I arrived at my house downstairs. "Uncle, I went upstairs to get the money." "It's okay, son, don't go." "But ..." Before I finished, my uncle's car had already left. I stood there puzzled and moved ... The same thing made me see the good and evil in human nature. Although I don't remember the appearance of the kind master, the person who gave me sincere help in the storm made me smell the flowers and see the smile of the sunshine after the rain. I know he has a beautiful name-good man.

In life, there are often some unspeakable touches, and no one will deliberately look for them, because this is a simple truth. Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back, the stories treasured in our hearts can always leave deep traces in our memories. Recalling that smell is unforgettable for a long time.

F. How to write the story composition in my heart in primary school?

Another quiet summer. I sat alone under the evergreen tree in the yard, listening to cicadas and watching a bird fly by, and I couldn't help thinking of that little thing again.

It is another hot summer, and the family enjoys the cool under the big banyan tree. It was quiet all around, and occasionally only a few birds were heard chatting with their families. This hot summer is the time for me to fly. I asked my uncle to help me catch a sparrow to make me happy. The sparrow was caught, yo! How beautiful! I put the sparrow in a cage and played with it again and again.

Because of the curiosity of children, I really want to do an experiment with this little creature. But I remembered my mother's usual teaching: be kind to animals! I thought it over and over again in my mind, and finally my curiosity convinced me that I would do an experiment. In order not to be discovered by my mother, I set the experimental site next to the flower bed.

I couldn't figure out what experiment to do, but suddenly one day I saw my mother put a small bottle in the cupboard. The bottle is decorated with patterns and engraved with words, which is quite beautiful. I stepped on the chair and took the bottle down. Because I was still young and illiterate, I only knew that it said "Rat poison". My grandmother said I would die if I ate it. I had an idea in my mind. ...

I stole the poison and poured it into the water of the little sparrow. At first, the little sparrow jumped up and down, but later it failed. I squatted by and watched the sparrow die, and I thought, This medicine is really effective! So he poured the sparrow out of the cage and took it away. The next day, I came near the flower bed again, and next to the dead little sparrow, I saw the body of a big sparrow. Grandpa who cleaned the flower bed said that since this little sparrow appeared, there have been big sparrows flying in. But a big sparrow flew in yesterday and saw the little sparrow die, but Tuo didn't. I cried. I seem to see the desperate eyes of the big sparrow. I seem to hear the big sparrow scolding me. I seem to see the sad tears dripping from the big sparrow. I seem to see the big sparrow's bleeding heart. I cried. I know it must be me. I buried the bodies of two sparrows with tears in my eyes, and put two small flowers in my heart to bless them silently. ...

I still remember those two sparrows. I can't help crying when I think of them. From that day on, I vowed to be kind to animals forever. This little thing will always give me a warning, and this little thing in my heart will never be forgotten!

G. Story composition in my heart

In my heart, there is a God who lives in the sky, and he rules the world. If it is a goddess, I believe she must have the beauty of Willners, the charm of Hera and the wisdom of Athena! If it is a male god, I also believe that he must have the chic of Apollo and the spirit of God of War!

In my heart, he (she) is watching the joys and sorrows of the world in the sky. If there is anything sad, he (she) will cry and it will rain. If it is a happy thing, he (she) will laugh and shine.

In spring, children take off their thick cotton-padded jackets and play happily in spring. God smiles happily in the sky!

In summer, the fiery red sun is as hot as God and teenagers!

In autumn, God saw that farmers had worked hard for half a year, so he gave them a bumper orchard and mature crops!

In winter, God sometimes sleeps with a quilt, it snows on the earth, and the lovely silver elf will dress up the world as a world wrapped in silver. But sometimes God doesn't sleep. He (she) watched the lovely children he sent playing in the snow, and he (she) was happier than the children!

I have always believed in the existence of God and always hoped that I would never grow up. Adults are rigid and naive, only that we children are too naive and naive. Our children should always be childlike. Anyway, people with childlike innocence will never get old!

H. in my eyes, XXX composition, writing characters, 600 words.

Zhuge Liang in my eyes

He is the embodiment of wisdom, and these fairy tales, such as "grass boat borrows an arrow", "burning red cliff" and "empty city plan", shine with him in the long river of history. He is a symbol of success. "The Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness, and the Eight Fortress is built on his fame." But he happened to meet an unaffordable Adou, leaving endless sighs and sighs for later generations.

It turned out that he was just a hermit. He read Not Indifferent, Not Quiet, Not Far, and devoted himself to Nanyang. He just wants to live a life of "frugality and virtue, quiet and self-cultivation". But a wise man like him, history will not make him disappear like a ephemera, so he interpreted the story of "visiting the thatched cottage three times".

He is resourceful. Even Xia Houdun, the leader of Cao Cao's "Eight * * *", was running away. He skillfully borrowed fog, straw boats and arrows, which dashed Zhou Yu's dream of framing him, and at the same time greatly dampened Cao Jun's spirit. Six trips to Qishan, repeated battles and victories, made Sima Yi, the first in Wei Army, afraid.

He is clever and brave. Facing Enemy at the Gates's 150000 army, he still plays the piano leisurely in the empty city, with a bright smile on his face. For the sake of the alliance between Sun and Liu, he knew that Zhou Yu was making things difficult in every way, and even his life was in danger, so he calmly entered Wu. Guan, for the sake of Liu Bei's future, he resolutely decided to persuade Ma Chao to surrender. Although he didn't go last, I still have to admire his courage.

But after all, he is a man, not a god, and sometimes he makes mistakes. A Masu, a Wei Yan. The former exaggerates, but he entrusts it with reuse only because Masu has read many art books and talked endlessly. The latter is a rare general, but he stubbornly believes that "there is an anti-bone behind his head" and always has to use people doubtfully. I'm afraid he is slightly inferior to Liu Bei and Cao Cao in this respect. He was too cautious, but he met "An Le Gong". Even if he is "and dedicated to two generations", he can't help but make the heroes in the world sigh.

This is Zhuge Liang in my eyes-a helpless hermit, a hero with superhuman courage and outstanding military talent, and a tragic figure that cannot but be regretted.