887. The Roots of War

"Once upon a time, now, the past will not come again, and the red leaves will be buried in the dust. The beginning and the end are always the same, and you are floating outside the white clouds on the edge of the sky. The sea of bitterness turns up love and hate, and it is difficult to escape fate in the world. Blind dates are unapproachable, or I should believe that it is fate (points). After the lover says goodbye, he will never come again, and he will sit alone without saying a word and look out of the world. Flowers will always wither, but they will bloom again. The love of my life looms outside the white clouds. The sea of bitterness turns up love and hate, and it is difficult to escape fate in the world. Blind dates are unapproachable, or I should believe that it is fate (points). The sea of bitterness turns over love and hate, and it is difficult to escape fate in the world. The blind date is unapproachable, or I should believe that it is fate. ”

Life is bitter and a hundred battles, and death is entrusted to thousands of ghost neighbors. The north wind raises the sand and buries the Zhou and Qin.

Good luck and such as harvest, the sky is rather benevolent. What is the way of compassion, survival and death.

The door has a car and a horse, and the golden saddle Yao Zhu wheel. It is said that it falls from Danxiao, and it is a hometown relative.

Hu'er swept the middle hall and sat down to talk about sorrow. Don't drink two wines, stop tearful towels.

Sigh I travel thousands of miles, fluttering thirty springs. Talking about the overlord strategy, the purple ribbon does not hang up.

The male sword hides the jade box, and the yin charm is born of plain dust. There is nothing to do with the outline, and it flows away from the Hunan waterfront.

By asking the sect and the party, most of them are from Quanxia. The days are short, and a hundred years of hardship are easy to be satisfied.

The sky is vast, and the catastrophe is long. Magu weighs two temples, half of which has become frost.

When the heavenly lord saw the jade girl, he laughed hundreds of millions of times. I want to take the six dragons, go back to the car and hang Fusang.

Beidou drank wine and persuaded the dragons to take a look. Wealth is not what you want, and it is a declining light.

Sometimes I was suddenly melancholy, and sat until midnight. Usually the air is howling, and I want to solve the world's conflicts.

The heart goes with the long wind, blowing away the clouds. Shame as the king of Jinan, ninety recitations of ancient texts.

Otherwise, the sword will rise, and the desert will reap the miracle. The old man died in the field, why Yang Qingfen?

The master is now in the pipe, and the talent is the champion of the three armies. In the end, with the same source, how can it be frustrating to drown the group!

Life is not seen, and it is like a participant. Tonight and night, a total of this lamp candlelight.

How long can you be young? The sideburns are already gray. Visiting the old half as a ghost, exclaiming hot intestines.

Yan knows for 20 years, and he is back in the Gentleman's Hall. Tomorrow will be separated from Yue, and the world will be vast.

The seven stars are in the north household, and the river Han voice flows westward. Xi and whip the sun and the moon, Shao Hao Xingqingqiu.

Qinshan was shattered, and Jing Wei was unattainable. If you look down, you can tell Huangzhou?

Looking back at Yu Shun, Cang Cangyun is worried. It's a pity to drink in the Yao Pond, and the suburbs of Kunlun are in the sun.

The yellow crane is gone, what is the cry? Jun looks at the wild goose, each with its own rice and sorghum.

In the past, when there were no thieves, he traveled with his son. Now that he is in the place, the king will go and stay.

Forcing the side of the soldiers and horses, the Lord is anxious and has a good plan. Although the torso is small, he is old-fashioned and crosses Kyushu.

Stand up for the hardships and open your eyes to the enemy. The imperial court was strong and disciplined, and the staff officers were ordered by the edict.

The antique sand is cracked, and the snow clouds are thick. Qiang's father porcupine boots, Qiang'er green fur.

Blowing the horn to the moon cave, the mountains are sorrowful. The bird startled out of the dead tree, and the dragon pulled out the old man in anger.

There is no one in ancient times, and the current generation is a spear. Hurt the Confucian scholars, and galloped through the forest hills angrily.

Central Plains is fighting, what will be the reason for it? A hundred years of destiny, unexpectedly sinking and floating.

And regain love and good friends, shake hands and walk week. The inscription poem has beautiful sentences, and Zahan is like-minded.

If the soldiers are far away, they can also search in the dark. The situation is that Hu has not been extinguished, and the control belt is reckless.

The maintenance time is difficult, and the government and the opposition have little time to spare. Gu was ashamed of his private quilt, and the edict was allowed to return to Peng.

Bow to the resignation, stunned for a long time. Although there is no admonition, I am afraid that the king will be lost.

Juncheng Zhongxing Lord, warp and weft solid dense do not. Donghu rebelled, and the ministers were angry.

Waving and loving, the road is still in a trance. When will the worries end?

It is more than strange, and the population is bleak. He was wounded, moaning and bleeding.

Looking back at Fengxiang County, the flag was extinguished in the evening. Before climbing the cold mountain, he repeatedly drank the horse cave.

The suburbs of Fen go underground, and the oranges are swinging in the water. The tiger stood in front of me, and the cliff cracked when it roared.

Chrysanthemums hang this autumn flowers, and the stone wears ancient ruts. Qingyun is happy, and things can also be happy.

The mountain fruits are trivial, and the oaks are mixed. or red as dansha, or black as paint.

Where the rain and dew are wet, the sweet and bitter are fruitful. Thinking about the paradise, sighing for his clumsy life.

Potuo Wanglu Temple, rock valley haunts. I have walked by the water's edge, and my servant is like wood.

Birds chirp yellow mulberry, wild mice arch the hole. In the middle of the night, the cold moon shines on the bones.

Tongguan million divisions, where are the past scattered? Then he ordered the people of the half Qin to be mutilated as a foreign body.

Besides, I have fallen into the dust, and I have returned to the glory. The nautical chart is covered with waves, and the old embroidery is twisted and turned.

Survival is childish, as if he wants to forget his hunger and thirst. Who can drink when you ask about things?

Thinking about the thief's sorrow, willing to suffer from chaos. New and comforting, physiology?

The Supreme is still dusty, how many days will he rest and practice? Looking up at the sky, sit and feel demonic.

The gloomy wind came from the northwest, and the bleakness followed the Uighurs. Its king is willing to help Shun, and his customs are happy.

5,000 soldiers and 10,000 horses. This generation is less precious, and the Quartet is brave and decisive.

All the use of eagles are soaring, breaking the enemy's arrows. The Sacred Heart is quite empty, and the time is full of anger.

Yiluo took it in his hands, and Xijing was not enough to pull it out. Officers and soldiers, please go deeper, and be sharp.

This move is a green and a little more horizontal. Haotian accumulates frost and dew, and righteousness is slaughtered.

Misfortune turned to the death of Hu Sui, and it was bound to become a capture of Hu Yue. How long can Hu die? The emperor is not appropriate.

Recalling yesterday's embarrassment, things are goodbye to the ancients. The traitorous ministers are actually rumored, and they are analysed with evil.

I don't hear the decline of Xia Yin, and I praise myself. Zhou Han was revived, and Xuanguang was clear.

General Huan Huan Chen, fought hard and was loyal. The Weier people are all wrong, and they are still alive in today's country.

The desolate Datong Palace, the lonely white beast. All people look at Cuihua, and the good spirit is to the golden que.

The garden is inherently spiritual, and there is no shortage of sweeping and sprinkling. Huanghuang Taizong industry, establish a very Hongda.

There is a beautiful woman in the generation, living in the hollow valley. Baiyun Liang's family is scattered with grass and trees.

Guanzhong was defeated in the past, and his brother was killed. Eunuchs are not allowed to accept flesh and bones.

The evil of the world declines, and everything turns with the candle. The husband is light and thin, and the newcomer is as beautiful as jade.

When the dusk is still known, the mandarin duck does not sleep alone. But when I see the newcomer laughing, I hear the old man crying!

The water in the mountain spring is clear, and the water in the mountain spring is turbid. The weather is cold and the green sleeves are thin, and the sunset leans on the bamboo.

Farewell to death has swallowed the voice, farewell to life is always compassionate. Jiangnan is a miasma, and there is no news of the eviction of customers.

The old man entered my dream, and I remembered my appearance. I am afraid that it is not the soul of life, and the road is far and unfathomable.

The soul comes to the maple leaf green, and the soul returns to the black. You are now in the net, why do you have wings?

The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitating to shine on the color. The water is deep and the waves are wide, and there is no dragon to get it.

Avoid thieves now, and the spring grass is full of empty halls. The sight of things sighs and thanks, and comforts the desolation.

The breeze rises for me, and the face is like a slight frost. It's enough to send a wife, and talk about it.

I was born without roots, and I have no roots. In the end, it was long and lost, and it was yellow.

is affectionate and poetic, and the deeds can be forgotten. Don't be cautious for thousands of years, bleak crickets!

The empty hall is glamorous, and the high pillow shape is clear. The costume is respectful and humble, and it is a great journey.

Sigh when the way, dry and longitudinal. Hold the authority, and the clothes and horses are fattened and light.

Li Ding died in Qiyang, and suddenly became arrogant. Come to really give yourself to commit suicide, and the courage will stop the soldiers.

Everyone hears a lot of gold, and regrets and miserliness. The golden whale rolls back to the guests, and I feel peaceful.

On the day of Xijing, Hu came to the palace of Mantong. Nine temples were burned in the middle of the night, and Yun Han was red.

Disintegration flies for ten miles, and the benefits are empty. Guilty and cherished the wood master, one by one gray and sad.

The iron ride is dusk, and the Qingxu is scattered. The thieves and ministers show rebellion and congratulate each other on success.

When the concubines were killed, they were even clumps of dung. When Ning traps the jade seat, the white peels off the painting worm.

I don't know the two holy places, and I cry privately for a centenarian. The car is both cloud and cloudy, and the sky is chong.

Therefore, the old man is recovering from the tears, and the ancestral hall is a chair. The grandeur is not as good as the beginning, and Dili Xiong has been seen.

The former spring ceremony suburban temple, the worship of the pro-holy bow. The slight body is close to the minister, and the scenery is accompanied by the group.

Climb the ladder and hold the jade book, and crown Geng Jinzhong. The shrine is exposed first, and the dragon is swept away.

The Son of Heaven is only filial piety, and the five clouds rise and the nine folds. The mirror is changed to powder, and the green feathers are still green.

The former was disgusted with the carapace, and later suffered from the dogs. The tofu is full of meat, and the horn bow is thought of.

Ande is from the West Pole, and Deuteronomy is empty from the East. As far as his majesty is driven, Shishu is in the pass.

The Lord will be obedient, and Yuan Yuan will always be the same. Once self-guilty, thousands of miles of car and book.

The edge of the hammer for the hoe pear, the conquest to obey. Redundant officials have resumed their careers, and the natives have returned to farming.

The monarch and the ministers are thrifty, and the government and the opposition cheer together. Zhongxing is like the beginning of the country, and the successor body is like Taizong.

The end arch admonishes, and the wind melts day by day. The red peach branches, the silver wire cage is faintly reflected.

The mausoleum of a thousand springs is forever and forever. Kyoto is not on fire, and Jing Wei is sad.

Return to the old pine and cypress, old and bitter. The road in the front village is dangerous, and there is no worry about getting drunk.

The wind forest is slender and the moon is falling, and the clothes are quiet and the piano is open. The dark water flows the flower path, and the spring star brings the thatched hall.

Check the book and burn the candle short, and look at the length of the sword and the cup. After hearing Wu Yong, Bian Zhou will never forget.

Qingqiu couldn't look at it, and the stratus clouds came up. The distant water is also pure, and the lonely city is deep in fog.

The leaves are sparse and the wind is falling, and the mountains are sinking day by day. When is it too late for the lone crane to return? The forest is full of crows.

Cold food Jiangcun Road, wind flowers fly high. The river smoke is light, and the bamboo sun is clear.

Tian's father wants to go, and the neighbor asks it. The land is full of acquaintances, and the chickens and dogs have forgotten to return.

The cool air is Xiao Xiao in the evening, and Jiang Yun's eyes are fluttering. The wind kite hides near Zhu, and the swift collects new strips.

Huang Qi finally resigned from Han, and the nest was not seen Yao. The thatched hall bottle wine is in, fortunately in the Qing Dynasty.

The fine grass breeze on the shore, the mast canoe at night. The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow.

Famous articles, officials should be old and sick. What does Drift look like? Heaven and earth are a sand gull.

"In that faraway place, there is a good girl. People walked past her tent and looked back with nostalgia.

Her pink smiling face was like a red sun. Her beautiful eyes were like the moon shining at night.

I would like to wander in the grassland and herd sheep for her. Every day, I look at the little pink face and the beautiful gold-edged clothes.

I would like to be a lamb and follow her. I would like her to take a leather whip every day and keep hitting me gently. ”

"Mandarin ducks and amphibious butterflies fly together, and the spring color in the garden is intoxicating. Quietly asked the sage, is the daughter beautiful, is the daughter beautiful? What do you say about the king's power and wealth, and what precepts and rules are you afraid of? I only hope that the world will last forever, and I will follow the person I like. Love Yi, love Yi, may this life always be with you. ……”

On the vast and boundless sand field, another sunset dusk is approaching. The pink sunset, the red sky, but it leaves people with a boundless and infinite desolation.

The brutal battle between the two armies once again entered a period of respite like this sunset. On the battlefield, there is still smoke, blood, corpses all over the field, and a mess. After the Khitan soldiers and horses suffered heavy losses, they retreated without a trace, leaving only dead soldiers and dead horses. Coincidentally, the two armies fought, and the Central Plains Field Army of the Son of Heaven of Chang'an also suffered serious injuries. On the beach, one after another, piles and piles of corpses were disorganized, reflecting the blurred eyes of the officers and men of the Central Plains Field Army who were now exhausting themselves from the battlefield. In this tragic corpse, there are also countless Central Plains soldiers buried, seeing countless compatriots die tragically on this cruel and indifferent battlefield, how can the eyes of the Son of Heaven and the remnants of Chang'an not feel bursts of blood and tears? Aren't their expeditionary hearts chilled and heartbroken by the loss of these countless hot-blooded compatriots? Aren't they, hot-blooded men, unwilling to avenge these Central Plains soldiers who have sacrificed their lives for the country, kill the enemy and protect the country? Perhaps, at that time, these surviving Central Plains soldiers will kill him with the Khitan people and horses until they are all wiped out and the whole army is wiped out!

War is the most cruel and cruel competition. The disasters and hardships brought to mankind by the dynasties and dynasties of war can be learned from blood, and history is evidence, but history is war, war is history, and war is always endless, and no one can hinder or eliminate its existence. However, brutal and bloody wars can be transformed, weakened, and avoided by the will of man. Let's see what exactly are the roots of the war? There have been detailed inferences and descriptions above, where the root of the war is "love", which is a kind of "sexual desire" between men and women, but many wars can also find out the root cause from economic interests, but if we go back to the source, what does this economy want to serve? Isn't it for a happy family, not for a kind of "longing" between men and women? "Food, sex, sex." "Men and women eat and drink, and people want to save what they want." The remarks of the sages of the ages can be said to put "economy" and "sexual desire" on a par, and put "food", that is, the "economy" in this case, first, but is it the "first place" or the "source"? Some people inevitably say that people must first have a "desire to live", that is to say, they must have "food", "food", and "economy", and then they must have "sexual desire". But I have a few negative examples here, why do many people still think about their (her) heartfelt "lust" and "sexual desire" when their "appetite" is difficult to satisfy? And why do many people still dream or ask for a final kiss with their close lover when they are dying? In this world, why is there such a poignant and sad story as "Wedding on the Execution Ground"? Are they "married" for the sake of "survival"? Therefore, the fundamental root of the war lies in "love", in women or men, from a kind of "sexual desire" between men and women! Needless to say, "rushing to the general to be angry and turning it into a red face", the war between Wu Sangui, a general in the late Ming Dynasty, and the army of "Li Chuangwang" is a good proof that "war comes from love and from women". Therefore, we have found the root cause of war, and we should prescribe the right medicine to reduce the cruelty and bloody wars, and strive to transform them so that they will not cause irreparable disasters and suffering to mankind. As for where to transfer them, I think the exact answer should be found in the previous chapter "68, The Purest Love". There, I thought that the world that I could "find back" must be very beautiful, and everyone yearns for a life of "peace, tranquility and peace", and the world of "long-term peace and stability" will definitely come!

However, in this vast and boundless Tengger Desert, a large-scale war between the Central Plains Field Army of the "Son of Heaven" and the Khitan soldiers and horses was a just war against and resisting aggression and plunder, and it was a national war that was absolutely unavoidable. Perhaps, it is only through war that it is better to eliminate it. That is, "Stop the war with war!" This may be an inevitable process and an inevitable stage in which war leads to peace and achieves "lasting peace and stability"! I hope that this process and this stage can pass as soon as possible, so that they can become the dust of history as soon as possible and never return. However, after all, this is just a good wish and fantasy, and I did not expect that this process and this stage would be so far away and long, should we let this "war" leading to "peace" continue forever and "endure forever"? Couldn't this "stop war with war" evolve into "stop war without war"?

Whether history is history, war or war, love is still love. Accounts vary, but they were already intertwined and inseparable from the beginning. Let us use the eyes of history, war, and love to see the world clearly, clearly, and truly!

The limitations of history doomed the Central Plains Field Army of the "Son of Heaven of Chang'an" to launch a bloody and life-and-death decisive battle with the Khitan invading army. Today, they are still in the stage of the cessation of the war, and the remnants of the Central Plains Field Army are still in the stage of "the most difficult to rest". However, they "were not intimidated, conquered, killed." They got up from the ground, wiped the blood from their bodies, buried the bodies of their comrades, and went back to fighting. ”