小小沉醉，弥足珍贵

"丞相祠堂何处寻，锦官城外柏森森"，伴随着膜拜的人群，怀着虔诚的心轻轻地踏进这千年庭院，屏住呼吸，谛听那渐行渐远的脚步声，想着先生的运筹帷幄，心儿如何不沉醉?

先生的一生，戎马倥偬，文能治国，武能安邦，历乱世而不消沉，盛宠之下却一生清贫，创造了后人难以企及的人臣之高标。赤壁一战，尽显神妙玄机;空城一计，更是智勇双全，胆识过人。从初出茅庐到舌战群儒，从三气周瑜到七擒孟获，短短几十年间叱咤风云，羡煞世人。然而，先生可谓算尽了开始，算尽了世间，却没算出自己的大限。"出师未捷身先死，长使英雄泪满襟"，短短几十年，一代英才，如流星匆匆划过，转瞬即逝，只留给世人一片遗憾。

如今，三国安在?蜀汉安在?先生安在?在历史的长河中，总有一些被淹没。蜀只留下一座武侯祠，静静伫立于喧嚣的城市之中，如同一方净土，用一千七百年的文化底蕴滋养着人们。或许，能立于这里，是先生最后的一份释然吧?当然，若是先生泉下有知，应该是欣慰的，因为他永远活在蜀人的心中。

沉醉于千年往事中，不知不觉，天色渐暗，夜色苍茫。伫立在那红墙黛瓦下，抬望眼，头顶是明月清云，周围是苍松翠柏，竹影婆娑，还有那橘黄色的宫灯。恍惚中，似乎看见先生羽扇纶巾，潇洒走来。他的身上，依然没有刀光剑影的冷硬，依然是谦谦公子的温润如玉。哦，先生，这样的你让我如何不沉醉?

也许，千年以前，先生，你也如此这般伫立于此，谈笑间樯橹已灰飞烟飞。那时，竹影婆娑。而今，千年以后，竹子影仍在婆娑，而你，只留魂魄在其间了。

历史的车轮滚滚向前，蜀江水碧蜀山青。我茕茕孑立于红墙内，抚今追昔，城市喧嚣显得格外渺远。

月光下，淡淡竹影伴着灯光轻轻晃动。沉醉于那些如烟往事中，我的心格外宁静，我知道，往事不可追，活在当下多么重要。

彼时，愿时光将我定格成千年的琥珀，那般的小小沉醉，弥足珍贵!

英语翻译

"Where to find the Prime Minister’s ancestral hall, Bai Sensen outside Jinguan City", accompanied by the worshiping crowd, gently stepped into this thousand-year courtyard with a pious heart, holding your breath, listening to the fading footsteps, thinking With Mr.'s strategizing, how can Xin'er not be intoxicated?

Mr.'s life was sorrowful, literary and able to govern the country, martial and peaceful, and he lived through troubled times without depression, but he was impoverished under his favor, and created a high standard of humanity that is difficult for future generations to match. The battle of Chibi showed great mystery; the strategy of empty city was even more wise and courageous and courageous. From the fledgling to the fight against Confucian scholars, from the three-qi Zhou Yu to the seven capture of Meng Huo, in just a few decades, the world has been envious. However, the husband can be said to have counted the beginning and the world, but he has not calculated his own limit. "The hero died before he left the master, and it made the hero burst into tears." In just a few decades, a generation of talents, like a meteor hurriedly passing by, fleeting, leaving only a regret for the world.

Today, the Three Kingdoms Anzai? Shuhan Anzai? Mr. Anzai? In the long river of history, some are always submerged. There is only one Wuhou Temple in Shu, standing quietly in the noisy city, like a pure land, nourishing people with 1,700 years of cultural heritage. Perhaps, being able to stand here is the last relief for the husband? Of course, if the husband knows well, it should be comforting, because he will always live in the hearts of Shu people.

Indulged in the past thousands of years, unconsciously, the sky is getting darker and the night is dark. Standing under the red wall and black tiles, looking up, there is a bright moon and clear clouds above his head, surrounded by green pines and cypresses, bamboo shadows, and the orange palace lantern. In a trance, he seemed to see Mr. Lufan Lun towel coming along. His body still doesn't have the coldness of a sword, light and sword shadow, and it is still the gentleness of Lord Qianqian. Oh, sir, how can you keep me from being intoxicated like this?

Perhaps, a thousand years ago, sir, you also stood here like this, talking and laughing in the dust. At that time, Zhu Ying was whirling. Now, thousands of years later, the bamboo shadow is still whirling, and you only have your soul in it.

The wheels of history are rolling forward, and the Shu River is green and the mountains are green. I am standing in the red wall, looking back to the past, and the hustle and bustle of the city looks extremely remote.

In the moonlight, a faint bamboo shadow swayed gently with the light. Indulging in those smoky pasts, my heart is extremely quiet. I know that the past cannot be followed, and how important it is to live in the present.

At that time, I hope time will freeze me into a thousand years of amber, such a small intoxication, so precious!