In the 28th round of the League match, Liaoning Men’s Basketball Team won 119-87 away to the North Control Men’s Basketball Team, winning 17 consecutive wins.
However, the focus of people’s attention is not the competition itself, but the “CBA first net red” Guo Allen sent the classic “coquettish” expression pack.
When the fourth quarter just played 7 seconds, Guo Allen held the ball in the midline position, Li Xiaoxu
came to do the block, Shulong was blocked, Zhang Minghao destroyed the ball when he shot and grabbed it.
But the referee gave the ball to the North Control Men’s Basketball Team. At this time, Guo Allen quit. He ran excitedly from the left side of the
venue to Guo Shiqiang standing on the right side of the venue and asked Guo Shiqiang to apply for video playback.
At this time, the score was 100-74. Liaoning Men’s Basketball Team completely crushed the opponent. Guo Allen was so excited. Guo
Shiqiang was reluctant to play back the video at first, because it was still early to the end of the game, and he still led by a big score.
Perhaps it is reluctant to see his old uncle, Guo Allen also pulled up Guo Shiqiang’s sleeve, like a spoiled child, Guo Shiqiang could not laugh or cry.
He and Guo Shiqiang were just like two parents who wanted candy children. They were ready to watch the
video playback with laughter. Finally, the referee awarded the weight of the ball to Liaoning Men’s Basketball Team.
Although the game was over, Guo Allen’s “coquettish” facial pack became popular. After the game, he wrote
on his personal social platform: “This is not a funny thing. Don’t laugh.
When all were seated in the tent Yuan Shao said,
“The brother of General Bao Xin, disobeying the rules we made for our guidance, rashly went to attack the enemy： He was slain and with him many of our soldiers. Now Sun Jian has been defeated. Thus our fighting spirit has suffered and what is to be done？”
Everyone was silent. Lifting his eyes, Yuan Shao looked round from one to another till he came to Gongsun Zan, and then he remarked three men who stood behind Gongsun Zan’s seat. They were of striking appearance as they stood there, all three smiling cynically.
“Who are those men behind you？” said Yuan Shao.
Gongsun Zan told Liu Bei to come forward, and said, “This is Liu Bei, Magistrate of Pingyuan and a brother of mine who shared my humble cottage when we were students.”
“It must be the Liu Bei who broke up the Yellow Scarves rebellion,” said Cao Cao.
“It is he,” said Gongsun Zan, and he ordered Liu Bei to make his obeisance to the assembly, to whom Liu Bei then related his services and his origin, all in full detail.
“Since he is of the Han line, he should be seated,” said Yuan Shao, and he bade Liu Bei sit.
Liu Bei modestly thanked him, declining.
Said Yuan Shao, “This consideration is not for your fame and office. I respect you as a scion of the imperial family.”
So Liu Bei took his seat in the lowest place of the long line of lords. And his two brothers with folded arms took their stations behind him.
Even as they were at this meeting came in a scout to say
that Hua Xiong with a company of mail-clad
horsemen was coming down from the Pass.
They were flaunting Sun Jian’s captured purple
turban on the end of a bamboo pole.
The enemy was soon hurling insults at those
within the stockade and challenging them to fight.
A NIGHT-MOORING ON THE JIANDE RIVER
While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist,
And daylight wanes, old memories begin….
How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven,
And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!
A SPRING MORNING
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,
Everywhere round me the singing of birds —
But now I remember the night, the storm,
And I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
IN THE QUIET NIGHT
So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed —
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
A BITTER LOVE
How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement,
And how quiet she leans, and how troubled her brow is!
You may see the tears now, bright on her cheek,
But not the man she so bitterly loves.
THE EIGHT-SIDED FORTRESS
The Three Kingdoms, divided, have been bound by his greatness.
The Eight-Sided Fortress is founded on his fame;
Beside the changing river, it stands stony as his grief
That he never conquered the Kingdom of Wu.
AT HERON LODGE
Mountains cover the white sun,
And oceans drain the golden river;
But you widen your view three hundred miles
By going up one flight of stairs.
ON PARTING WITH THE BUDDHIST PILGRIM LING CHE
From the temple, deep in its tender bamboos,
Comes the low sound of an evening bell,
While the hat of a pilgrim carries the sunset
Farther and farther down the green mountain.
ON HEARING A LUTE-PLAYER
Your seven strings are like the voice
Of a cold wind in the pines,
Singing old beloved songs
Which no one cares for any more.