in the dead of night, everything sleeps. The meteor in the sky is still the same. I sit on a bamboo chair and look at the dark moon in the sky. It's sadness and I don't have a taste in my heart. When the breeze started, I saw a man standing in front with a feather fan in his hand. Looking closely, it was Zhuge Liang. He knows astronomy above, geography below, and is well-read, and he is only bent on repaying Liu Bei for his kindness. He set fire to a new field and made Cao Jun flee. When I went to Dongwu, I fought with Confucianism, and my momentum was extraordinary. I borrowed the wind and arrows, and I was smart enough to count my glory. I did my best and died. I saw him shaking his feather fan slowly coming towards me, and a gentle breath surrounded him. I heard him say slowly, "The moon is bright and the stars are rare, so why not come out and talk?" I sat in the court with Zhuge Liang and talked about his past. How much sorrow, how much trouble and how much sigh he has seems to be blaming himself. I quickly comforted him, and when his face turned better, my heart relaxed. He approached me and said, "A gentleman can get a bosom friend and die without regret, and it is a great pleasure in life that I have the master as a bole first and you as a bosom friend." So we became friends. Then he left. I sat in the same place, thinking silently, and I paid a joke on many things, ancient and modern.