求 以《我与历史名人的神奇相遇》为题的作文 可以抄袭其它任何地方的

求 以《我与历史名人的神奇相遇》为题的作文 可以抄袭其它任何地方的
求 以《我与历史名人的神奇相遇》为题的作文 可以抄袭其它任何地方的

求 以《我与历史名人的神奇相遇》为题的作文 可以抄袭其它任何地方的
与------相遇
一壶酒,一竿纶,世上如侬有几人.
——题记
　　心情不好的时候我总会特意坐车去靠家最近的公园那儿去散散步,可能人真的很多时候需要自己一个人静一下,这样会更清醒一点,最起码不再有人在看着你在做什么,会更安心吧.
　　那天下午吧,也是和往常一样,自己搭着公交车,去到公园里.那天的公园比平时都要安静许多,也许是因为这个时候没有哪个人像我一样闲的来逛公园吧.走累了,便到公园里唯一的亭子里坐一下,这是我最喜欢的地方,不仅仅因为环境的闲适,还因为这里的墙上刻有许多李煜的词.其中我最喜欢的一句便是“一壶酒,一竿纶,世上如侬有几人.”
　　就在我一个人静静地欣赏着李煜的词的时候,脚边突然多了一个人的影子,我猛地一抬头,我当时吓得几乎当场晕倒.我眼前竟竟站着一个唐朝服饰的男人,这台匪夷所思了吧,他是在做行为艺术吗,还是在拍戏啊?可是环顾四周一台摄影机都没有啊.我问他：“先生,你是在拍戏吗?”他疑惑地看着我.但是不到一秒钟,他的注意力又转移到了墙上的词上了.他的态度让我相当的无奈,但是身边站着这样的一个人我怎能淡定下来.
　　正当我无可奈何的时候,眼前这个人说了一句话,那几乎是我从椅子上滑下来.他淡淡地说：“想不到我写的词会有那么多人记住啊!”我一时没反应过来,这人有问题啊,这次是李煜写的好不好.但是再仔细看这人的服装,我脑海里冒上了一个不切实际的念头.莫不成他就是李煜,不不不,不可能.那个人又开口了：“别奇怪,我就是李煜,也就是你们口中后唐的末代皇帝.我知道我不是这个时代的人,而且现在也只有你才能看得见我,我也不知道为什么我会出现在这个地方,我可能是从你的心里被唤出来的吧.”
　　李煜,我眼前这个人就是李煜,那个我最爱的词人,我竟与他相遇了.尽管还心存怀疑,但他还是令我十分激动.我问他：“既然你知道自己是末代皇帝,那就是说你知道自己的到后来都发生了什么事情了吧.”李煜神情淡然,但是他的眼睛确如海一般深邃,一种莫名的忧伤在他的眼中涌动.“我知道,”他视线转向墙上那首《虞美人》,他的那首绝命词,“这是我生命中最后的一首词.”他说话的语气没有半点的起伏,但我的心却像是被这句话瞬间刺穿,为什么这一代才子注定是这样的命运呢?
　　李煜似乎感觉到了气氛有点压抑,回头望了我一眼,我也大概可以想象到自己的表情是怎样的了.我用沙哑的声音问李煜：“假如能够让你选,你会选择生在帝王家吗?”李煜先是一脸的惊讶,随即又是一脸的淡然,他轻笑了一声,这一声笑却像清风一般吹散了我心中所有的忧伤.他说：“如果再让我选,我还是会选择生在帝王家.”不知是否被李煜感染了,我对他的回答竟不感到痛心.只是看着墙上那句“一壶酒,一竿纶,世上如侬有几人”,把心思放远,轻声地问：“为什么,明知结局是这样的,还是要这么选择么?”
　　李煜顺着我的视线也看着那句词,长叹了一声,回答说：“既然我注定是要如此度过一生,那我有何必去改变它呢?我说经历过得种种都是我的生命里必不可少的.如果不是这一切一切,我也就不是李煜了.更不会出现在你眼前,更不会在这里和你看着自己写的词.我始终愿意相信,既来之,则安之.”对啊,既来之,则安之.
　　“就这样了吧,再见.”留下这么一句话,回过神来,李煜已经不见了.心情却变得像李煜一般淡然.我仍不知李煜到底是不是我自己想象出来的,但是那已经不重要了.
　　我起身,临走前,回过头,对着亭子说了一声：“一壶酒,一竿纶,世上如侬有几人.

与周瑜相遇 

    一个司空见惯、平淡无奇的夜晚，我枕着一片芦苇见到了周瑜。那个纵马驰骋、英气逼人的三国时的周瑜。 

　因为月亮很好，又是在旷野上，空气的透明度很高，所以即使是夜晚，我还是一眼认出了他。当时我穿着一件白色的睡袍，乌发披垂，赤着并不秀气的双足，正漫无目的地行走在河岸上。凉而湿的水汽朝我袭来，我不知怎的闻到了一股烧艾草的气息，接着是鼓角相闻，我便离开河岸，寻着艾草的味儿和凛凛的鼓角声而去，结果我见到了一片荒凉的旷野，那里的帐篷像蘑菇一样四处皆是，帐篷前篝火点点，军马安闲地垂头吃着夜草，隐隐的鼾声在大地上沉浮。就在这种时刻，我见到了独自立在旷野上的周瑜。 

 我没有小乔的美貌，周瑜能注意到我，完全是因为在这旷野上，只有两个人睁着眼睛，而其他人都在沉睡。那用眼睛在月光下互相打量的两个人，一个是我，一个就是周瑜了。 

因为见到了我最想见到的一个男性，所以那一瞬间我说不出话来，我见到亲密的人时往往都是那个表情。 

周瑜身披铠甲，剑眉如飞，双目炯炯，一股逼人的英气令我颤抖不已。 

“战事还未起来，你为何而发抖?”周瑜说。 

我想告诉他，他的英气令我发抖，只有人的不可抗拒的魅力才令我发抖，可我说不出话来。 

我不知道又有什么战事要发生。这么大规模的安营扎寨，这么使周瑜彻夜难眠的战事，一定非同一般。短兵相接，战前被擦得雪亮的军刀都会沾有血迹。只有刀染了血迹，战争才算结束。多少人的血淤积在刀上，又有多少把这样的刀被遗弃在黄土里，生起厚厚的锈来。 

周瑜并没有在意我的发抖，而是将一把艾草丢进篝火里，我便明白了艾草味的由来。可是先前所闻的鼓角声呢? 

周瑜转身走向帐篷时我见到了支在地上的一面鼓，号角则挂在帐篷上。他拿起鼓槌，抑扬顿挫地敲了起来，然后又吹起了号角。他陶醉着，为这战争之音而沉迷，他身上的铠甲闪闪发光。 

我说：“这鼓角声令我心烦。” 

周瑜笑了起来，他的笑像雪山前的回音。他放下鼓槌和号角，朝我走来。他说：“什么声音不令你心烦?” 

我说：“流水声、鸟声、孩子的吵闹声、女人的洗衣声、男人的饮酒声。” 

周瑜又一次笑了起来。我见月光照亮了他的牙齿。 

我说：“我还不喜欢你身披的铠甲，你穿布衣会更英俊。” 

周瑜说：“我不披铠甲，怎有英雄气概?” 

我说：“你不披铠甲，才是真正的英雄。” 

我们不再对话了。月亮缓缓西行，篝火微明，艾草味由浓而淡，晚风将帐篷前的军旗刮得飘扬起来。我坐在旷野上，周瑜也盘腿而坐。 

我们相对着。   

他说：“你来自何方?为何在我出征前出现?” 

我说：“我是一个村妇，我收割完芦苇后到河岸散步，闻到艾草和鼓角的气息，才来到这里，没想到与你相遇。” 

“你不希望与我相遇?” 

“与你相遇，是我最大的心愿。”我说。 

“难道你不愿意与诸葛孔明相遇?” 

“不。”我说，“诸葛孔明是神，我不与神交往，我只与人交往。” 

“你说诸葛孔明是神，分明是嘲笑我英雄气短。”周瑜激动了。 

“英雄气短有何不好?”我说，“我喜欢气短的英雄，我不喜欢永远不倒的神。英雄就该倒下。” 

周瑜不再发笑了，他又将一把艾草丢进篝火里。我见月亮微微泛白，奶乳般的光泽使旷野显得格外柔和安详。 

我说：“我该回去了，天快明了，该回去奶孩子了，猪和鸡也需要食了。” 

周瑜动也不动，他看着我。 

我站了起来，重复了一遍刚才说过的话，然后慢慢转身，恋恋不合地离开周瑜。走前我打着哆嗦，我在离开亲密的人时会有这种举动。 

我走了很久，不敢回头，我怕再看见月光下周瑜的影子。快走到河岸的时候，却忍不住还是回了一下头，我突然发现周瑜不再身披铠甲，他穿着一件白粗布的长袍，他将一把寒光闪烁的刀插在旷野上，刀刃上跳跃着银白的月光。战马仍然安闲地吃着夜草，不再有鼓角声，只有淡淡的艾草味飘来。一个存活了无数世纪的最令我倾心的人的影子就这样烙印在我的记忆深处。 

我伸出一双女人的手，想抓住他的手，无奈那距离太遥远了，我抓到的只是旷野上拂动的风。 

一个司空见惯、平淡无奇的夜晚，我枕着一片芦苇见到了周瑜。那片芦苇已被我的泪水打湿。

Encounter with Zhou Yu
It is quite common for appear trite and insignificant, a night, I lay in a reed met Zhou Yu. The riding, with a the Three Kingdoms Zhou Yu.
Because the moon is very good...

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Encounter with Zhou Yu
It is quite common for appear trite and insignificant, a night, I lay in a reed met Zhou Yu. The riding, with a the Three Kingdoms Zhou Yu.
Because the moon is very good, it is in the wilderness, air transparency is very high, so even at night, I spotted him. I was dressed in a white robe, blacking hair and drooping, red is not delicate bipedal walking aimlessly, is on the Bank of the river. Cool and wet vapor come toward me, somehow I smelled a burning moxa breath, then the angular is heard, I will leave the bank, seek wormwood taste and cold sound bosomy horn away, I saw a desolate wilderness, where the tent like mushrooms four there is little horse bonfire, tent, leisurely eating grass head night, faint snoring in the ups and downs. At this moment, I saw Zhou Yu on the stand alone in the wilderness.
I have no small beauty, Zhou Yu would notice me, simply because in this wilderness, only two people with their eyes open, while others are sleeping. The eyes looked at each other in the moonlight two people, one is I, one is Zhou Yu.
Because I met the most want to see a male, so the moment I speak, I saw someone when they are the expressions.
Zhou Yu clad in armor, as the dashing, binocular bright, a threatening heroic spirit makes me tremble.
"The war is not up, why do you tremble? " said Zhou Yu.
I want to tell him, his heroic spirit gives me the shivers, only the irresistible charm that makes me shudder, but I couldn't speak.
I don't know what will happen. Such a large pitch camp, so Zhou Yu at war, have the same general. Before the fight hand to hand with, be polished army will be stained with blood. Only the knife with blood, the war is over. Many people blood sedimentation on the knife, how many Dao like that was abandoned in the loess, born to thick rust.
Zhou Yu did not care about my trembling, but will be a wormwood thrown into the bonfire, I know the wormwood taste. But previously heard sound bosomy horn?
Zhou Yu turned toward the tent when I saw the team on the ground side drum, trumpet is hung on the tent. He picked up his drumsticks, speak in measured tones chimed in, and then blowing the horn. He intoxicated, as the voice of war and lost, his body armor sparkling.
I said: " this sound bosomy horn upsets me. "
Zhou Yu laughed, his smile is like snow before. He put down the drumstick and horn, walking towards me. He said: " what sound does not make you upset? "
I said: " the sound of running water, birdsong, child's noise, women, men drinking sound washing. "
Zhou Yu laughed again. I see the moon lit up his teeth.
I said: " I don't like you in the mail, you wearing clothes will be more handsome. "
Zhou Yu said: " I'm not armor, how a hero? "
I said: " you are not armor, is the real hero. "
We no longer conversations. The moon slowly westing, bonfire twilight, wormwood taste by strong and light, the wind blew the front of the tent flag waving. I sat in the wilderness, Zhou Yu also sit cross-legged.
We are facing.
He said: " where are you from? Why in my before the battle? "
I said: " I am a housewife, I finished harvesting reed after the walk, smell the wormwood and the angular breath, come here, did not expect to meet with you. "
" You do not want with me? "
" To meet with you, is my greatest wish. " I said.
" Don't you want to meet with Zhuge Kongming? "
No. I said, " Zhuge Kongming is God, I don't communion with God, I only communicate with people. "
" You say that Zhuge Kongming is God, is clearly mocking me a good man caught in difficult circumstances. " Zhou Yu excited.
" A good man caught in difficult circumstances is not good? " I said, " I like the hero of shortness of breath, I don't like the God will never fall. On the fallen hero. "
Zhou Yu did not laugh, he will a wormwood thrown into the bonfire. I see the moon almost white, milk luster in the wilderness is very soft and serene.
I said: " I should go home, day soon became clear, the back to nurse the baby, pig and chicken also need food. "
Zhou Yu did not move, he looked at me.
I stood up, repeat what I just said, then slowly turned around, the different from Zhou Yu. Go before I trembled, I left the closest people will have such a move.
I walked for a long time, afraid to turn around, I am afraid to see the moonlight shadows of Sherlock Zhou Yu. Go to the river bank when, could not help but still looked back, I suddenly found that Zhou Yu no longer wearing armor, he wore a white linen robe, he placed a light flashing knife in the wilderness, edge jump with silvery moonlight. The horse still quietly eating the night grass, there is no sound bosomy horn, with only a hint of wormwood taste. One survived countless centuries most me one shadow so imprinted in the depths of my memory.
I stretched out the hand of a lady, want to hold his hand, but the distance is too far, I caught just blows the wind field.
It is quite common for appear trite and insignificant, a night, I lay in a reed met Zhou Yu. The reed has been my tears

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