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Vernacular Zhuge Liang's Art of War, Zhuge Liang's "Twenty-four Articles of the Art of War" and the translation of Jiang Yuan's translation of the Eight Great Soldiers of Ancient China - Zhuge Liang's Book of War].(Three Kingdoms) Zhuge Liang. **。

Woo the day!

Fallen in the West Plains! The wind rises in Weibin, and the wind mourns the Jinguan.

The jade majesty lost its color, and Zhu Zi was at a loss.

Jinsha Jiuqu Jiujiuhuan, Nanzhong Si go miasma mountain.

The ape crane Xiangyang couldn't speak, and the bamboo waves were full of words.

Twenty-seven years of white sideburns is a sign that heroes can't do anything.

There is the swimming of the Qiansun Jingqi in the east, the thief Cao Bingge in the north, the dry and the pulp meet to raise the pen, and the body of the water flow is broken in eight formations!

The scroll is really bricked, and the bald wolf is full of baskets.

The ash wax torch is still bright, all because it is not dawn.

The princes of Fulonggang once asked when the acres of land would be returned.

The young man laughed and sneered at his fame, but he didn't expect that his fame called loyalty.

Autumn leaves zero zero said cautious, two more drums.

The wind rises in Weibin, and the wind mourns the Jinguan.

The poor silkworm girl stopped weaving and drifted to the middle of the river.

Yuefu is more stringed according to the gonghou, not a palace businessman, only rain.

There are birds that gather their feathers and go to the water to die, and so do their mourning.

Woohoo for the long night for the falling star, three throws reciprocating can you endure it?

Why not go? That's it!

Qi is sincere, and then repay the favor of the head of Qian.

Call the emperor in the day, and call the cuckoo at night.

Jun's blood turned blue, and my tears became a fountain.

If you want to return to the flag, you would rather be a scholar.

The wind rises in Weibin, and the wind mourns the Jinguan.

Dancing shadow of the sun for a thousand years!

The vernacular needs to be translated by yourself...

Zhuge Liang once personally proofread the official documents, and the chief bookkeeper Yang went straight inside to persuade him: "There is a system for governing the country, and the work done by superiors and subordinates cannot be confused." Allow me to use the analogy of governing a family

Now there is a man who commands his servants to plough the fields, and his maidservants to cook food, and the roosters know, and the dogs to bite the thieves, and the oxen to pull the carts, and the horses to walk; Nothing is left to do at home, everything you ask for can be satisfied, you can sit back and relax, just eat and drink. Suddenly, one day, he had to do everything himself, without slaves, chickens, dogs, cows, and horses, and he exhausted his body, and got caught up in trivial affairs, and became exhausted and depressed, but he achieved nothing. Is his talent inferior to that of slaves and maids and chickens and dogs?

No, but because he forgot his duty as the head of the family. That's why the ancients said, 'The one who sits down and discusses the matter and makes the decision is the prince; Those who carry out orders and do things themselves are called scholars.' Therefore, Bingji did not ask about the murder on the road, but he was worried that the ploughing cattle would be wheezing because of the heat; Chen Ping did not know about the country's money and grain income, but said, 'These people who have their own specific responsibilities know,' and they all really understand the truth of performing their own duties.

Now you manage the national government affairs, but you personally proofread official documents, sweating all day long, isn't it too tired? Zhuge Liang expressed his deep gratitude. Yang died, and Zhuge Liang wept for three days.