城外,古道荒芜,城墙上,朔风呼啸,旌旗在无声飘扬,诉说着这乱世中的沧桑。你手执羽扇,静伫远眺,期待的目光穿越千年风霜,在如雪的月光下漾开,再漾开……卧龙岗中,你的期待是兴邦济世、计安天下。你高卧隆中,荷锄耕稼,行吟陇亩,眉宇间不动声色,却把天下握在掌心,把胸怀和志向深藏在一曲平平仄 Outside the city, the ancient road deserted, the walls, the wind whistling, flags flying silently, tell the vicissitudes of this chaotic times. Your hand holding lupins, static queue overlooking the look of the eye through the millennium wind and frost, in the snowy moonlight Yang Kai, then Yang Yang open ... ... Wollongong, your expectations are auspicious, safe world. You are high in the wolong, Dutch hoe crop, line Yin Longmu, brow quiet, but the world in the palm, the mind and ambition in a flat