总是一边忘记,一边挖掘,触摸历史深远的痛。残剑、泪滴、碎片……目光如渐远的箫声,沿着秋天最后一片枯萎的落叶滑下。化心为蝶,翩然于亘古。眼前浮现出刘备苍白的面孔,他握着诸葛亮的手,奄奄一息……我恍然记起这是刘备因兄弟之情无法释怀,贸然起兵,才落得这般火烧连营七百里 Always forgetting and digging, touch the pain of history. Remnant swords, teardrops, and debris... Look as far as the snoring sounds, and slide down the last fall of dead leaves. The heart is a butterfly and it is like an ancient one. Liu Bei’s pale face emerged from his eyes. He held Zhuge Liang’s hand and froze... I suddenly remembered that Liu Bei couldn’t be relieved because of his brother’s feelings.