刺秦

皇太子的身影消失在远处一个小小的白点里，我仍然能听到汹涌澎湃的水声，冷冷的，不温不火的风吹动着车上的旗帜，车轴随着车子的摇晃发出吱吱的响声，我瞥见了舞动的太阳，他也在寻找水流的方向。

高渐离的建筑声在我心中回荡，我的骄傲涌上胸膛。 如果我的膝盖沾染了秦的土壤，那么我就向昏侯下跪: 如果我的背挡住了楚的歌声，那么我就为了激情而留下: 我的呼吸有齐鲁风格的节奏，我的胸膛有吴越水的温暖; 从荒凉的燕国海岸到荒凉的秦国海岸，我必须死去。 Win-jung，你的时间到了！ 我会用你的头来洗去王子的耻辱，用你的心来抚慰范将军的灵魂，用你的鲜血来偿还这个世界的鲜血。

Win-jung，去死！ 当我们驶出燕国边境，穿过烟雾缭绕的荒野，穿过险峻的高山，进入拥挤的城镇，进入物质繁荣的城市，越来越接近秦国，我的心越来越紧张，愤怒越来越强烈。 在路边，经常有人饿死的尸体。 在小村庄里，士兵们抢劫并放火烧烟。 又瘦又累的农民在田里劳作。 寒风穿过破碎的墙壁，吹向那些赤身裸体的人们。

火灾和杀戮带来了难以言喻的痛苦。 我已经买通了国王的宠臣，秦王三天后要见我，今晚我要对宫殿进行最后的检查。 我走进嬴政的书房，竹简堆在桌子上，桌子上摊开了一堆竹简，墨水还没有完全干，我看了火的手写的，但是是秦王写的，我没想到，这些竹简会改变我的行动。 我回来两天两夜没睡，想着竹简上的文字，那些充满野心又有抱负的文字。 我的心被撕裂了: 人民的苦难是因为战争，如果秦国统一了世界还会有战争吗？ 秦国是诸侯中最强大的。 六大王国没什么好争的。

杀秦王有什么用？ 哪个更重要，王子的个人恩怨还是世界的命运？ 我是皇太子的人。 我该怎么办？ 经过两天的痛苦，我的心痛了，我终于做出了选择。 土琼匕首现在，我用这把匕首刺秦王，却给了他逃跑的机会: 环柱而行，我有九次机会，但让他拔剑来伤害我: 环柱而行，我要维护王子的尊严。 当朝臣们杀我的时候，我想到了全世界，他们没有看到我眼角的英雄之泪。

The figure of the Dauphin had vanished into a little white spot in the distance, and I could still hear the surging of the water, and the cold, unwarm wind was blowing the flags on the cart, and the shafts were creaking with the rolling of the cart, and I caught a glimpse of the dancing sun, he was also looking in the direction of easy water. The sound of Gao Jianli's building resounded in my heart, and my pride surged up in my chest. If my knees are stained with the soil of Qin, then I am kneeling to Hun Hou: If my back is blocking the song of Chu, then I am staying for the passion: My breath has the rhythm of the Qilu Style, my bosom has the warmth of the Wu and Yue Waters; From the bleak shores of Yan to the bleak shores of Qin, I must die. Win-jung, your time has come! I will wash away the shame of the prince with your head, comfort the spirit of general fan with your heart, and repay the blood of the world with your blood. Win-jung, die! As we drove out of the border of Yan, through the smoky wilderness, through the high, treacherous mountains, into the crowded towns, into the city of material prosperity, and closer and closer to Qin, my heart tightened, and the anger builds. By the roadside, there are often dead bodies of people who have starved to death. In small villages, soldiers plunder and set fire to the smoke. Thin and tired peasants struggle to work in the fields. Cold winds blow through the broken walls of poor homes and on the naked people. The fires and the killings have brought untold misery. I've paid off the king's favorite, the King of Qin wants to see me in three days, and I'm making a final inspection of the palace this evening. I went into Ying Zheng's study, bamboo slips piled up on the table, the table spread out a bunch of bamboo slips, ink is not fully dry, I read the hand of the fire, but it is written by the King of Qin, I did not think, this bamboo slips will change my action. I came back two days and two nights did not sleep, thinking of bamboo slips on the text, those who are full of ambition but also the ambition of the text. My heart was torn: the suffering of the people is because of war, if the Qin unified the world can there be war? The power of Qin is the strongest of all the vassals. The six kingdoms have nothing to contend with. What good would it do to kill the King of Qin? Which is more important, the prince's personal enmity or the fate of the world? I'm the Dauphin's man. What should I do? After two days of suffering, my heart ached and I finally had a choice. Tuqiong dagger now, I use the dagger to stab the King of Qin, but gave him the opportunity to escape: Ring Column and walk, I have nine opportunities, but let him draw a sword to hurt me: column and Scold, I want to maintain the dignity of the prince. When the courtiers killed me, I thought of all the world, and they didn't see the heroic tear in the corner of my eye.