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(1) [我是传奇的两个结局]我是传奇原版小说结局

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　　我是传奇原版小说结局
　　SOUND; A MURMURED RUSTLE in the air. Robert Neville coughed weakly, then grimaced as the pain filled his chest. A bubbling groan passed his lips and his head rolled slightly on the flat pillow. The sound grew stronger, it became a rumbling mixture of noises. His hands drew in slowly at his sides. Why didn"t they take the fire off his chest? He could feel hot coals dropping through openings in his flesh. Another groan, agonized and breathless, twitched his graying lips. Then his eyes fluttered open.
　　He stared at the rough plaster ceiling for a full minute without blinking. Pain ebbed and swelled in his chest with an endless, nerve-clutching throb. His face remained a taut, lined mask of resistance to the pain. If he relaxed for a second, it enveloped him completely; he had to fight it. For the first few minutes he could only struggle with the pain, suffering beneath its hot stabbing. Then, after a while, his brain began to function; slowly, like a machine faltering, starting and stopping, turning and jamming gears.
　　Where am I? It was his first thought. The pain was awful. He looked down at his chest and saw that it was bound with a wide bandage, a great, moist spot of red rising and falling jerkily in the middle of it. He closed his eyes and swallowed. I"m hurt, he thought. I"m hurt badly. His mouth and throat felt powdery dry. Where am I, what am I...
　　Then he remembered; the dark men and the attack on his house. And he knew where he was even before he turned his head slowly, achingly, and saw the barred windows across the tiny cubicle. He looked at the windows for a long time, face tight, teeth clenched together. The sound was outside; the rushing, confused sound.
　　He let his head roll back on the pillow and lay staring at the ceiling. It was hard to understand the moment on its own terms. Hard to believe it wasn"t all a nightmare. Over three years alone in his house. Now this.
　　But he couldn"t doubt the sharp, shifting pain in his chest and he couldn"t doubt the way the moist, red spot kept getting bigger and bigger. He closed his eyes. I"m going to die, he thought.
　　He tried to understand that. But that didn"t work either. In spite of having lived with death all these years, in spite of having walked a tightrope of bare existence across an endless maw of death—in spite of that he couldn"t understand it. Personal death still was a thing beyond comprehension.
　　He was still on his back when the door behind him opened.
　　He couldn"t turn; it hurt too much. He lay there and listened to footsteps approach the bed, then stop. He looked up but the person hadn"t come into view yet. My executioner, he thought, the justice of this new society. He closed his eyes and waited.
　　The shoes moved again until he knew the person was by the cot. He tried to swallow but his throat was too dry. He ran his tongue over his lips.
　　"Are you thirsty?"
　　He looked up with dulled eyes at her and suddenly his heart began throbbing. The increased blood flow made the pain billow up and swallow him for a moment. He couldn"t cut off the groan of agony. He twisted his head on the pillow, biting his lips and clutching at the blanket feverishly. The red spot grew bigger.
　　She was on her knees now, patting perspiration from his brow, touching his lips with a cool, wet cloth. The pain began to subside slowly and her face came into gradual focus. Neville lay motionless, staring at her with pain-filled eyes.
　　"So," he finally said.
　　She didn"t answer. She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. She patted his brow again. Then she reached over his head and he heard her pouring water into a glass.
　　The pain dug razors into him as she lifted his head a little so he could drink. This is what they must have felt when the pikes went into them, he thought. This cutting, biting agony, the escape of life"s blood.
　　His head fell back on the pillow:
　　"Thank you," he murmured.
　　She sat looking down, at him, a strange mixture of sympathy and detachment on her face. Her reddish hair was drawn back into a tight cluster behind her head and clipped there. She looked very clean-cut and self-possessed.
　　"You wouldn"t believe me, would you?" she said.
　　A little cough puffed out his cheeks. His mouth opened and he sucked in some of the damp morning air.
　　"I ... believed you," he said.
　　"Then why didn"t you go?"
　　He tried, to speak but the words jumbled together. His throat moved and he drew in another faltering breath.
　　"I ... couldn"t," he muttered. "I almost went several times. Once I even packed and ... started out. But I couldn"t, I couldn"t ... go. I was too used to the ... the house. It was a habit, just... just like the habit of living. I got... used to it."
　　Her eyes ran over his sweat-greased face and she pressed her lips, together as she patted his forehead again.
　　"It"s too late now," she said then. "You know that, don"t you?"
　　Something clicked in his throat as he swallowed.
　　"I know," he said.
　　He tried to smile but his lips only twitched.
　　"Why did you fight them?" she said. "They had orders to bring you in unharmed. If you hadn"t fired at them they wouldn"t have harmed you."
　　His throat, contracted.
　　"What difference . . ." he gasped.
　　His eyes closed and he gritted his teeth tightly to force back the pain.
　　When he opened them again she was still there. The expression on her face had not changed.
　　His smile was weak and tortured.
　　"Your ... your society is ... certainly a fine one," he gasped. "Who are those ... those gangsters who came to get me? The ... the council of justice?"
　　Her look was dispassionate. She"s changed, he thought suddenly.
　　"New societies are always primitive," she answered. "You should know that. In a way we"re like a revolutionary group—repossessing society by violence. It"s inevitable. Violence is no stranger to you. You"ve killed. Many times."
　　"Only to ... to survive."
　　"That"s exactly why we"re killing," she said calmly. "To survive. We can"t allow the dead to exist beside the living. Their brains are impaired, they exist for only one purpose. They have to be destroyed. As one who killed the dead and the living, you know that."
　　The deep breath he took made the pain wrench at his insides. His eyes were stark with pain as he shuddered. It"s got to end soon, he thought. I can"t stand much more of this. No, death did not frighten him. He didn"t understand it, but he didn"t fear it either.
　　The swelling pain sank down and the clouds passed from his eyes. He looked up at her calm face.
　　"I hope so," he said. "But ... but did you see their faces when they ... they killed?" His throat moved convulsively. "Joy," he mumbled. "Pure joy."
　　Her smile was thin and withdrawn. She has changed, he thought, entirely.
　　"Did you ever see your face," she asked, "when you killed?" She patted his brow with the cloth. "I saw it-.—remember? It was frightening. And you weren"t even killing then, you were just chasing me."
　　He closed his eyes. Why am I listening to her? he thought. She"s become a brainless convert to this new violence.
　　"Maybe you did see joy on their faces," she said. "It"s not surprising. They"re young. And they are killers—assigned killers, legal killers. They"re respected for their killing, admired for it. What can you expect from them? They"re only fallible men. And men can learn to enjoy killing. That"s an old story, Neville. You know that."
　　He looked up at her. Her smile was the tight, forced smile of a woman who was trying to forgo being a woman in favor of her dedication.
　　"Robert Neville," she said, "the last of the old race."
　　His face tightened.
　　"Last?" he muttered, feeling the heavy sinking of utter loneliness in him.
　　"As far as we know," she said casually. "You"re quite unique, you know. When you"re gone, there won"t be anyone else like you within our particular society."
　　He looked toward the window.
　　"Those are ... people ... outside," he said.
　　She nodded. "They"re waiting." "For my death?"
　　"For your execution," she said.
　　He felt himself tighten as he looked up at her.
　　"You"d better hurry," he said, without fear, with a sudden defiance in his hoarse voice.
　　They looked at each other for a long moment. Then something seemed to give in her. Her face grew blank.
　　"I knew it," she said softly. "I knew you wouldn"t be afraid."
　　Impulsively she put her hand over his.
　　"When I first heard that they were ordered to your house, I was going to go there and warn you. But then I knew that if you were still there, nothing would make you go. Then I was going to try to help you escape after they brought you in. But they told me you"d been shot and I knew that escape was impossible too."
　　A smile flitted over her lips.
　　"I"m glad you"re not afraid," she said. "You"re very brave." Her voice grew soft. "Robert."
　　They were silent and he felt her hand tighten on his.
　　"How is it you can ... come in here?" he asked then.
　　"I"m a ranking officer in the new society," she said.
　　His hand stirred under hers.
　　"Don"t ... let it get . . ." He coughed up blood. "Don"t let it get ... too brutal. Too heartless."
　　"What can I—" she started, then stopped. She smiled at him. "I"ll try," she said.
　　He couldn"t go on. The pain was getting worse. It twisted and turned like a clutching animal in his body.
　　Ruth leaned over him.
　　"Robert," she said, "listen to me. They mean to execute you. Even though you"re wounded. They have to. The people have been out there all night, waiting. They"re terrified of you, Robert, they hate you. And they want your life."
　　She reached up quickly and unbuttoned her blouse. Reaching under her brassiere, she took out a tiny packet and pressed it into his right palm.
　　"It"s all I can do, Robert," she whispered, "to make it easier. I warned you, I told you to go." Her voice broke a little. "You just can"t fight so many, Robert."
　　"I know." The words were gagging sounds in his throat.
　　For a moment she stood over his bed, a look of natural compassion on her face. It was all a pose, he thought, her coming in and being so official. She was afraid to be herself. I can understand that.
　　Ruth bent over him and her cool lips pressed on his.
　　"You"ll be with her soon," she murmured hastily.
　　Then she straightened up, her lips pressed together tightly. She buttoned the two top buttons of her blouse. A moment longer she looked down at him. Then her eyes glanced at his right hand.
　　"Take them soon," she murmured, and turned away quickly.
　　He heard her footsteps moving across the floor. Then the door was shutting and he heard the sound of it being locked. He closed his eyes and felt warm tears pushing out from beneath the lids. Good-bye, Ruth.
　　Good-bye, everything.
　　Then, suddenly, he drew in a quick breath. Bracing himself, he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He refused to let himself collapse at the burning pain that exploded in his chest. Teeth grating together, he stood up on his feet. For a moment he almost fell, but, catching his balance, he stumbled across the floor on vibrating legs he could hardly feel.
　　He fell against the window and looked out.
　　The street was filled with people. They milled and stirred in the gray light of morning, the sound of their talking like the buzzing of a million insects.
　　He looked out over the people, his left hand gripping the bars with bloodless fingers, his eyes fever-lit.
　　Then someone saw him.
　　For a moment there was an increased babbling of voices, a few startled cries.
　　Then sudden silence, as though a heavy blanket had fallen over their heads. They all stood looking up at him with their white faces. He stared back. And suddenly he thought, I"m the abnormal one now. Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
　　Abruptly that realization joined with what he saw on their faces—awe, fear, shrinking horror—and he knew that they were afraid of him. To them he was some terrible scourge they had never seen, a scourge even worse than the disease they had come to live with. He was an invisible specter who had left for evidence of his existence the bloodless bodies of their loved ones. And he understood what they felt and did not hate them. His right hand tightened on the tiny envelope of pills. So long as the end did not come with violence, so long as it did not have to be a butchery before their eyes.
　　Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain.
　　A coughing chuckle filled his throat. He turned and leaned against the wall while he swallowed the pills. Full circle, he thought while the final lethargy crept into his limbs. Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever.
　　I am legend.

(2) [我是传奇的两个结局]我是传奇观后感

　　《我是传奇》是一部于2007年上映的末世科幻电影，由法兰西斯·罗伦斯执导， 威尔·史密斯、 艾莉丝·布拉加和 莎莉·理查德森等联袂出演。影片于2007年12月14日在美国上映。下面小编为大家搜索整理了我是传奇观后感，希望对大家有所帮助。
　　我是传奇观后感1
　　《我是传奇》这个大片相信大家都看过，2007年上映，票房突破1亿美元，算得上是好莱坞又一大巨作了。
　　刚看到这个片子的时候有些不大适应，片头很短，只有一个新闻报告，随后马上切入主题，看是讲述威尔史密斯的故事。
　　片头刚开始时放的新闻讲的是病原体学家在妄想消除这个世界上的病毒，和想让人体机能变得无敌的时候，却没想到他们虽然消灭了一个病毒，又产生了一个比那个病毒强大的多的病毒，就是科氏病毒（第一次说成：哥，是病毒……）。
　　随后切入正题，威尔史密斯是个免疫力极强的人，他不仅是病原体学家，还是个战士，所以他没有被感染，但是为了拯救人类，只好和他的爱犬（一个人在这个半死不活的地方，换谁都会崩溃）。科氏病毒的中毒致死率的90%，也就是说全球60亿人有54亿人直接挂了，剩余的10%里又有99%变成了僵尸，类似于狂犬病患者，体质极强，攻击力极高，永远吃不饱，见人就吃（我不知道他为什么不吃僵尸？）动物对其有免疫能力，但是被咬后就也变成了那10%里的99%。
　　威尔史密斯抓了许多老鼠做实验，只有一个老鼠攻击性明显减弱，瞳孔收缩（感染科氏病毒的人瞳孔会放大，头发掉光，全身呈灰色），但是威尔史密斯主要研究的事如何将僵尸变成人类，所以用鲜血引诱了一个女僵尸到门口，用事先准备好的套索和汽车连起来，用汽车的重力把她拉了上去，身上盖个布（僵尸怕阳光，一晒就身体冒烟，然后要不被烫死，要不就经受不住折磨，自杀了。本身科氏病毒就是让人体机能变强，所以导致体温急剧上升，达到100度左右，还没被烫死，再来点阳光的热量，自杀算了，所以夜间行动，躲在阴暗的角落）可惜呀，威尔史密斯竟然逮了个丐帮帮主（我很习惯把僵尸群叫成丐帮）的老婆，这下丐帮帮主要发威了，他用模特做了个假人，放在路边，威尔史密斯以为是没有感染的真人，结果僵尸用同样的方法把他也逮着了，一直掉到夜里，威尔史密斯才清醒过来（绳索上有刀，插进了他的腿里，疼晕过去了），他马上拿出小刀割断了绳子，然后看看表，已经6：00多了，只有一束阳光还在隔离僵尸居住地和他，威尔史密斯叫上他的爱犬回到车里，可是爱犬发现了僵尸居住地里的僵尸，这时，丐帮帮主“率领”着他的三条“爱犬”冲了上去，被光束拦截着，但是光束已经很小很小，马上就要消失了，威尔史密斯见爱犬还没有回来，马上拿起枪准备进攻，还是晚了一步，僵尸的爱犬毕竟是身体机能很强大，所以一下把威尔史密斯的爱犬扑倒在地，可是威尔史密斯的狗也不是白养的，毕竟天天跟着自己训练，所以勉强没有让两条狗咬到自己，可是这时，另一条狗马上冲向威尔史密斯，威尔史密斯还在瞄着另两条狗，没注意到这边有敌人，也被扑倒了，而他的爱犬却急于救主人，放松了那两条狗的警惕，被狠狠地咬了一口，威尔史密斯看见自己的爱犬被“狗”咬了，顿时杀红了眼（毕竟威尔史密斯和爱犬在这个鬼地方相处了1001天，有了深厚的情谊，把他当做了“老伴”），拿起枪就开始疯狂扫射，结果顺利逃脱。
　　回到实验室，威尔史密斯发现他的爱犬开始瞳孔放大，出血，开始脱毛，皮肤变色，于是流着眼泪将它掐死了……
　　第二天，威尔史密斯把狗安葬了后，开始计划他的复仇行动，也是自杀行动，这有点像日本的神风敢死队，学着僵尸把一个和自己很像的模特放在“僵尸公寓”楼下，真正的他开着汽车停在不远处，等到晚上，僵尸成群结队地冲了出来，扑向模特，而威尔史密斯则开启所有车灯，然后踩死油门向僵尸冲去，一下撞死一群，嘴里大喊着“Die！！Die！！”……
　　计划失败，僵尸太多，但是被一个幸存的女人用激光灯救了。
　　一次威尔史密斯和那个女的一起钓鱼，那个女的的孩子下水游泳，突然说：“This water is too cold（这水太冷了）”威尔史密斯突发灵感，可以用低温把病毒杀死，于是把那个丐帮帮主的老婆下面放着一堆冰块，体温骤降，心率明显变慢，开始长毛，可惜丐帮帮主也来抢老婆来了，这个房子虽然窗户是防弹的，楼是混凝土的，门是防火防爆放毒气的，窗户里面还有一个铁的窗户，把四周弄得密不透风，尤其是实验室，几乎原子弹也炸不进来，而且外面还装了5盏强光灯，还有炸药满在地下。可是僵尸将悲痛化为力量，分两拨进攻，前面的敢死队先把“雷”排完，后面的复仇队等待集结号，弄得跟二战一样，所以被僵尸从楼顶挖了个洞，钻进来了，闯入实验室，威尔史密斯和那个女的和小孩只好呆在防弹玻璃后面，这也支持不了多久，防弹玻璃里面毕竟有丐帮帮主的老婆，所以人家疯狂地撞，实在撞不开，然后充满诗意地再窗户上用手花了一个蝴蝶（其实就是把双手分开摆成蝴蝶的样子，因为体温很高，所以有哈气）威尔史密斯瞬间明白了他的意思，然后把那个丐帮老板娘翻开，看见了后面的蝴蝶纹身，然后深吸一口气，说：“Open ten door（把门打开）”那个女的说：“What？”男的说：“（见丑了，这麽长的英文打不下来，直接敲中文了）虽然他们攻击力很强，但还是有亲情的，他们还有人的大脑，只是出于变异后饥饿的冲动才开始吃人的，这是他的妻子，我们应该还给他，况且我们已经有了治疗他们的方法，所以……开门吧。"事情发展还算顺利，结局还是和平解决。
　　但是，哈哈，这下变异的人可高兴坏了，变回人之后只剩下不到1亿人了，所以，他们根本不需要钱，直接抢银行，抢超市，自从变异以来，他们从来没有吃得这么饱，这真是个完美的结局。
　　我是传奇观后感2
　　由威尔·史密斯扮演的罗伯特·奈维尔是纽约市一个才华横溢的病原体学者，为美国—军方服务。在这次人类自己引起的灾难面前，没有选择逃生，而是留在了灾难中心继续进行着他的疫苗研究。当然我们主角跟生化危机主角一样，身体对病毒存在着天生的免疫能力，使他能够幸存到现在，否则我们观众也就看不到主角在电影中的奋斗史了，这种特殊体质是奈维尔成为传奇的一个必备条件，但不是充分条件，那么我们来看看主角所具备的一些不平凡的品性使造就了传奇。
　　奈维尔尽管在片头部分显示的很潇洒自在，独自一人驾驶跑车徜徉在都市的街道中，仿佛整个城市都是他的。当我们正羡慕嫉妒之际，时间悄然来到了傍晚。这时奈维尔戴着爱狗迅速回到了住处，不多时又将所有的门窗都用沉重的铁板关死了。这里我们会有疑惑为什么就剩他自己了还需要这么严密的保护措施呢？时间来到晚上，主角和爱狗紧紧搂抱着藏身在浴盆里，房外一阵阵的怪声此起彼伏的传至他们的耳中，而奈维尔此时的表情分明显示出了害怕和孤独。我们方才觉得奈维尔也是个普通人，也会感到害怕，对着“模特”说话，渴望进行交流。这些就更使他在后面所表现的品行显得尤为突出。
　　第一，有爱心，敢于行动。当爱狗死后，他先是对那个一见钟情的“模特小姐”说hello，因为他曾向爱狗承诺过。然后驾驶着汽车与逐暗者发生了正面冲突，甚而不惜牺牲生命。当保护玻璃即将被撞烂之际，奈维尔迅速将母—子安置在安全的地方，并交给了她们一份血液样本——病毒疫苗，然后拿手lei和逐暗者同归于荆要知道奈维尔一开始是很害怕面对活死人的，然而面对身边重要的人或动物离开自己，他愿意用生命来保护他们，捍卫那来之不易的感情。
　　第二，具有挑战性。每天面对着逐暗者的威胁，奈维尔很注意锻炼身体。俗话说的好，身体是革命的本钱嘛，要攻克变异病毒的疫苗也需要做长期的斗争。奈维尔还经常带着爱狗山姆一起在城市的某个角落猎杀鹿，也时常会扑空，但他们仍然乐此不疲。为了能给研制出的药物找到人体实验， 他会想方设法猎获活的逐黑者，为日后被逐黑者报复，埋下了祸根，然而为了人类的前途，他又怎么会计较这些，仍然孜孜以求的试验着能杀死病毒的药品。
　　拥有这些平常却不平凡的品质，奈维尔最终研制出了疫苗。正如片尾中所说：‘人类是他的遗产，这是他的传奇，也是人类的传奇。’愿他能够与梦中总梦起的那对母—子在天国相遇。

(3) [我是传奇的两个结局]小说天眼结局是什么

　　《天眼》是一部连载在幻剑书盟上的网络小说，作者是景旭枫。小说起于2004年一个9旬老人的临终遗言，而故事则发生在抗日战争时期的东北，民间抗日志士与伪满政府一个为给亡妻报仇的神探因一件离奇的盗墓成为莫逆之交，一切皆由盗墓而起，却因为“天眼”而无法结束。那么结局是什么呢？下面小编收集了相关后记内容，一起来看看吧。
　　一、后记
　　《天眼》的整部小说至此为止，所有铺垫故事全部结束，从第三卷起，将进入真正的主线故事。
　　在《天眼》重写版第一卷的后记中讲过，《天眼》这部小说是由数个每个均独立成章，但又会与前面部分有千丝万缕联系的独立故事组成，每个故事为一卷。更为准确的描述应该是：《天眼》是由三卷或四卷故事组成。
　　之所以会说三卷“或”四卷，是因为《天眼》这部小说从第三卷开始，将会有两种不同的版本——《严肃版》与《传奇版》。
　　其中《严肃版》到第三卷为止，谜底全部揭开，整个故事结束。而《传奇版》会有四卷，在第三卷故事之后还会有一个篇外篇，也可以理解为《天眼》的外传。
　　可能很多读者朋友会问我，为什么一定要写作两种版本的结局呢？我想，这主要是为了满足不同阅读取向读者群的要求，也算是我的一种尝试吧。
　　其实两种版本的故事在主体结构上是基本相同的，情节也大致相同，所差的就是在人物设置和故事的最后结局上略有不同。除此以外，《传奇版》会比《严肃版》多一个铺垫性故事，因而在字数上会长十万字左右。
　　作为作者本人的建议是：《严肃版》适合年龄偏大一些，读书取向比较趋于严肃、传统和成熟的读者；而《传奇版》则倾向于更年轻一些，较开朗而且能够接受新鲜事物的读者。
　　至于问到我自己的偏好，我会更喜欢《传奇版》的故事。因为如果你能够接受《传奇版》中一些较为传奇且超常规的故事设置，一定会同意：传奇版的人物和故事更感人！
　　《天眼》是一个逻辑结构极为庞大的故事，我相信很多看完第二卷小说的朋友，肯定觉得这个故事似乎已接近尾声。而实际上，《天眼》的整部小说到第二卷为止，仅仅是铺垫部分的故事刚刚讲完。《天眼》的全部第一、二卷故事加在一起，只是整部小说的冰山一角而已。
　　那么，从《天眼》的第三卷开始，究竟会讲述一个什么样的故事呢？
　　我想有一些朋友肯定已经知道了，尤其是那些看过《天眼》老版本，也就是大陆作家出版社版本及台湾滚石出版社版本的读者。
　　《天眼》的真正主体故事，是讲述明末抗金英雄袁崇焕的。在这里，请允许我引用一下老版本《天眼》的后记：
　　二、《天眼》老版本后记
　　〖明朝末年，是一段内忧外患、民不聊生的历史。崇祯年间，饥民四起、饿殍遍地、百姓易子而食。关外，大清虎视眈眈；关内，皇帝虽勤勉有加，但刚愎自用、昏庸无能，黎民煎熬在水深火热之中，生不如死……
　　但是乱世，往往又是英雄辈出的时代！每每念及那一段动荡非常、不堪回首的历史，袁崇焕、熊廷弼、孙承宗、努尔哈赤、皇太极、多尔衮、李自成、张献忠……一个个古往今来屈指可数、豪气干云的英雄便一次又一次浮现在我脑海。他们的故事波澜壮阔、跌宕起伏、荡气回肠，却往往催人泪下、发人深省。
　　因此，对明末这段历史，我一直怀有极为浓厚的兴趣，也正是这个原因，我也一直想写点什么：关于这一段历史，关于生活在这一段历史的人们、关于这一个乱世中辈出的豪杰们……
　　于是，我想到了袁崇焕。袁崇焕是一个几乎为后人所遗忘的英雄，是一个像岳飞、文天祥、郑成功那般伟大的民族英雄。他有着极其崇高的品格，有着不屈不挠的性格，有着那个时代少有的勇气，当然，也有着无可匹敌的军事和战略才能。他穷其一生，为风雨飘摇的大明江山守卫北方边关，他一生从未打过败仗，他的勇猛摧败了当时不可一世的清朝八旗军；他的勇气碾碎了当年八旗军不可战胜的神话；他的炮火甚至轰毙了也是几乎一生未尝败绩的金人首领努尔哈赤，他被时人称作大明江山的“万里长城”。
　　然而，他却死在自己的皇帝手中，死在他为之奋斗一生、深受其护的大明百姓手中，他死时被京城的百姓生啖其肉、弃骨于市、死无完尸，每念于此，我都不禁潸然泪下……那是怎样一段历史？！
　　于是，我决定去写袁崇焕，去写那段风雨飘摇的历史，去写一个应该为每一炎黄子孙所毕生景仰的真正英雄。这个念头从我很小就开始，甚至长久以来，是我一直的梦想。
　　但经过长久的思索，我考虑如果写一本纯粹历史小说，会非常枯燥，内容枯燥，自己枯燥。当然，读者也会读得枯燥。于是，我选择了另外一种形式，在文中增加了更多的悬念与推理，文章将会有一个很长的铺垫，希望广大读者能够接受和喜欢。
　　了解袁崇焕，始于我不到五岁那一年。1974年的冬天，父亲带我坐车经过位于北京城东的广渠门，父亲手指着车窗外不远的地方对我说道：“那里，就是三百多年前袁崇焕与清兵血战的地方。”
　　我问：“袁崇焕是什么人？”于是，父亲给我讲述了袁崇焕的故事。在此后数年中，随着我逐渐长大，翻阅了大量史料之后，终于真正地明白了袁崇焕究竟是怎么样一个人。
　　袁崇焕是怎么样的一个人呢？正如《天眼》老版本后记中讲述的一样：袁崇焕是一个如岳飞、文天祥、郑成功那般伟大的民族英雄！但遗憾的是：袁崇焕又是一个几乎被后人所遗忘了的英雄。
　　曾经在网络上看到过一句名言，我深以为然：如果你要考量一个人是否强大，那么，你就要看他的对手究竟有多么强大！
　　所以，既然要了解袁崇焕，就让我们来了解一下袁崇焕的对手吧：袁崇焕的主要对手，是清太祖努尔哈赤与清太宗皇太极。
　　大清国的祖先，其实就是我们极为熟悉的宋朝时期的大金国，那是一个极为彪悍而善战的民族——女真族，也就是现在的满族。
　　公元1115年，女真人历史上第一位伟大的人物——完颜阿骨达率领女真人打败大辽国，在阿什河畔称帝建立了大金国。十年后的公元1125年，大金国灭掉辽国政权。
　　两年后，即公元1127年，大金国第二代皇帝金太宗完颜吴乞买灭掉北宋，俘虏宋徽宗与宋钦宗，这也就是我们熟知的“靖康之变”。宋朝抗金名将岳飞那首脍炙人口的《满江红》词中“靖康耻，犹未雪，臣子恨，何时灭？”，指的便是这件事情；而金庸先生的《射雕英雄传》中“郭靖”与“杨康”的名字，也是由此而来。
　　当时的大金国极为强盛，占领了秦岭、淮河以北的广大地区。但由于他们并未消灭掉南宋的主力部队，在此后连年征伐中，再加上自己内部的争斗，终于耗尽了全部实力。公元1234年，大金国被新兴的蒙古政权灭掉，金朝灭亡。
　　女真人所建立的大金政权从公元1115年完颜阿骨达称帝到公元1234年灭亡，历时119年，更换了九位皇帝。此后，女真人隐入了长白山的白山黑水之间，继续以游猎为生。
　　公元1559年，在大金国灭亡的325年之后，女真族第二位伟大的人物诞生了，他就是后来的清太祖努尔哈赤。
　　公元1583年五月，24岁的努尔哈赤以13副甲胄和部众30人起兵，用了33年时间，先后吞并了数十倍于己的其他建州众部落，打败了百倍、二百倍于己的海西叶赫、乌拉、哈达强部，降服了“建州”、“海西”、“野人”数以万计的女真部队，终于在公元1616年建立后金国，可以说是真正的白手起家。
　　两年以后，公元1618年，努尔哈赤以“七大恨”告天，对当时在女真人看来极为强大的明朝宣战。女真人与汉人的第二次战斗，开始了！
　　让我们来看一看当时大明王朝的情况吧：明王朝自公元1368年朱元璋称帝，至公元1618年为止，这时已经走过了整整250个年头。
　　虽说已经过了明王朝最辉煌的时期，但所谓百足之虫、死而不僵，当时的大明王朝对于一个人口仅几十万，偏安于中国东北一隅的后金国来说，还是太强大了。
　　明王朝当时的皇帝是万历，公元1618年是万历四十五年。万历朝的前十年，是明王朝最为强大的十年，那时万历皇帝还小（万历皇帝登基的时候，只有10岁），大学士张居正辅政。
　　张居正是历史上有名的贤臣：对外，数次打败北方蒙古人的入侵，在南方，已基本平定了少数民族的叛乱，而东南沿海地区的倭寇，也被戚继光等名将击溃；对内，将泛滥成灾的黄河与淮河治理好，发展生产、鼓励耕织，国力空前强盛。
　　那时候，中国是全世界当之无愧最强大、最富有、最文明的国家，仅以人口一项，当时的中国就有一亿人。
　　我有时候常想，如果当时就需要所谓的“世界警察”，那么除了中国以外，就不可能再是其他的国家；如果当年中国的各大书院可以招收留学生的话，大明王朝一定会对外开设中文的托福、GMAT、GRE、雅思之类的考试，外国人中也一定会出现类似俞敏洪那样的集语言、考试及商业才能为一身的成功商人，在除中国以外的其他国家开设新“西”方学校，教授那些削尖脑袋想往中国钻的老外们，如何在大明王朝的托福、雅思考试中投机取巧、获取高分，拿到大明王朝各大书院的0ffer……
　　一句话，当时的大明王朝是极其强盛的。努尔哈赤觊觎大明江山的难度，不亚于今天越南想要吞并掉美国一样。
　　然而，努尔哈赤最终做到了。
　　努尔哈赤以“七大恨”告天的第二年，公元1619年，后金攻占了辽东重镇抚顺，明军大败，总兵官张承荫战死，一万多明军全军覆没。明王朝在准备了一年之后，万历皇帝派出四路大军共22万人马，对外号称47万，北出山海关平灭后金。这场战役，就是后来非常有名的“萨尔浒之战”。
　　萨尔浒一战是中国历史上著名的以少胜多的战役。当时后金部队全加在一起仅6万人，对明军的22万人，人数上是1比4，除此以外，明军装备还要远远优于后金部队，当时大明军队普遍配备火器，有红衣大炮、神机营等，而后金部队则基本上是冷兵器。
　　然而努尔哈赤就凭这6万人马，仅用了5天时间，先后歼灭了明军东、西、北路大军，三路大军的总指挥刘铤、杜松和马林全部阵亡。
　　这一役，明军阵亡文武官员三百一十多人，士兵死亡五万余人，而后金只阵亡了两千余人。
　　在明军阵亡将领中，东、西、北三路大军的总指挥均为大明王朝著名的骁将，尤其是东路军总指挥刘艇，一生戎马，先后平定过缅甸、朝鲜、倭寇、播酋、彝族、罗雄的叛乱，身经数百战，威名震动海内外。他所用的镔铁刀重一百二十斤，比关羽的青龙偃月刀还要多三十九斤，在马上舞动起来，轮转如飞。
　　然而，就连这样的骁将最终也死在了努尔哈赤手上，大明王朝举国震惊，并且自此，一直到袁崇焕出场，大明的军队没有再打过一次胜仗，屡战屡败，而且每一次后金都是以少胜多。小的不说，天启元年（公元1621年），袁应泰指挥7万大军，全军覆没；天启二年（公元1622年），王化贞指挥十四万大军，同样全军覆没……
　　明王朝对后金的恐惧达到了极点，提起“辫子兵”，朝廷上下无不谈虎色变。
　　还记得在我中学上历史课的时候，每每老师讲起历史上有名的“以少胜多”战役，无不口沫横飞，兴奋之情溢于言表。
　　而对于努尔哈赤来说，所谓“以少胜多”简直不值一提。他一生身经数百仗，从13副盔甲、30个人起兵，最后打下明朝一亿人的江山，几乎每一仗均是以少胜多。
　　当然，努尔哈赤也并非没有打过败仗，不过只有过一次。这一仗是他一生的最后一仗，他自己就是死在这一仗上的，因为他这一仗的对手——是袁崇焕！
　　其时努尔哈赤以13万大军围困袁崇焕驻守的仅有1万兵力的宁远城，被袁崇焕打得大败而归，自己也被红衣大炮击中，数月后龙驭归天。努尔哈赤临死前召集了所有王公贵族，只说了一句话：“朕用兵以来，未有抗颜行者。袁崇焕何人，乃能尔耶！”
　　在袁崇焕出场前，清兵对明军的所有战役，屡战屡胜，而且每一次均是以少胜多；而自袁崇焕出场，清军对袁崇焕的战役，是屡战屡败，一直到袁崇焕死，清军没有再打过一次胜仗，而且，每一次均是以多败少，丢脸之极。
　　努尔哈赤死后两年，崇祯2年（公元1629）十一月，大清第二位皇帝清太宗皇太极由于始终无法突破袁崇焕把守的关宁防线（山海关、宁远），于是绕道古北口围攻北京。袁崇焕得讯，星夜驰援，仅带几千轻骑兵赶到北京，在广渠门外与镶蓝旗、镶白旗、正白旗三路数万清兵决战，战斗一直打了四个时辰八个小时，清兵大败，袁崇焕一直追杀到运河边上方止。这场血战中，袁崇焕以几千劳顿之师，对抗清兵数万精锐，大败清军，其中清军劲旅阿巴泰、阿济格、思格尔三部都被击溃。可以想象，袁崇焕部队的战斗力是何等厉害。
　　皇太极大败后，召集诸贝勒，讲道：“十五年来，我们从来没有遇到过这样厉害的对手。”于是皇太极施反问计，借崇祯皇帝的手，除掉了自己心腹大患袁崇焕。
　　袁崇焕死后，尸体被当时愚昧不明真相的京城百姓吃掉，仅剩一颗头颅，挂在他数月前曾经与清军血战过的广渠门外。当天夜里，袁崇焕一佘姓部下冒死爬到旗杆上偷下袁崇焕的头颅，埋在自己家后园，发誓世代为袁崇焕守灵。
　　这一守，就是三百多年，到今天为止，佘家的第十七代后代依旧忠心耿耿地为袁崇焕守灵。袁崇焕的祠堂就在北京广渠门内花市斜街，佘家第十七代守灵人，是佘幼芝女士。〗
　　有时候我常常想，一个什么样的人才能够让其他人在他死后，在没有任何外界支持的情况下，默默地、不计任何回报地、忠心耿耿无怨无悔地为他守灵数百年。袁崇焕的品格，一定有着那种无与伦比的魅力和感染力。
　　二十四史的最后一部《明史》是后来的清朝人写的。清朝人在撰写这部《明史》时，对他们这位敌人，这位甚至击毙他们第一位皇帝的敌人给予了极高的评价：
　　除前面列举的努尔哈赤与皇太极的评价外，在宁远城被袁崇焕打得大败之后，《明史》写道：“我大清举兵，所向无不摧破，诸将罔敢议战守，议战守，自崇焕始。”
　　《明史袁崇焕传》的最后一句话是这样写的：“自崇焕死，边事益无人，明亡征决矣。”能让敌人给予这样的评价，应该是最高评价了。
　　第三卷中，我们将回到三百多年前，回到明朝末年那段动荡非常的年代，回到明朝末年那段金戈铁马、英雄辈出的时代，我们一起，亲自去结识这位原本绝不应该，但到今天为止已几乎被历史淹没了的英雄——
　　三、小说天眼结局
　　德宗十五年，祈王反，勾结东夏入侵，天下兵马大将军叶昭率军抗敌。东夏王战中身亡，大皇子哈尔墩退，三皇子伊诺伤，群王争储，东夏陷入五十年混乱。
　　德宗十六年，祈王降，赐死，谥号“狈”。战后，南平郡王携妃叶氏与江北扶无名灵枢归京，途中诞一子，今上喜，赐名天佑。
　　德宗十七年，叶柳两家多番协商，无名灵枢入叶家祖坟，立碑叶柳氏，引多番猜疑，柳家及南平郡王妃皆不语，成千古悬案。
　　德宗十八年，神武将军秋老虎德行出众，太后懿旨，尚守寡多年的荣阳公主，夫蛮妻悍，兴致相投，举案齐眉。
　　德宗十九年，南平郡王妃诞一女，封华河郡主。
　　德宗二十三年，太后薨。
　　德宗三十四年，帝崩，太子登基，改年号德明。
　　德明三年，南平世子夏修文勤学苦读，中举，南平郡王携妃于秦河岸摆十日流水宴，奢华无度。据载，妃醉，拍案：祖宗十八代庇佑！南平郡王醉答：全因像我！华河郡主曰：妹愿助你继续头悬梁锥刺股。
　　德明四年，南平世子逃亡。
　　德明五年，南平世子抓获，娶翰林院学士嫡长女林氏为妻。
　　德明六年，华河郡主逃亡。
　　德明七年，华河郡主下嫁游击将军嫡次子。
　　德明十五年，天下兵马大将军叶昭解甲挂帅。
　　德明十六年，南平郡王携妃逃亡，大江南北，市井江湖，皆出现其行踪。行侠仗义之举，时有闻之，受百姓深爱。
　　德明二十三年，南平郡王携妃归。
　　德明二十八年，南平郡王薨，享年六十有八，妃哀。葬于皇陵，百姓皆称“侠王”墓。
　　德明三十年，南平郡王妃薨，享年七十有二，三军送葬，帝亲率百官至，追封太子太保，宣武公，谥号“忠贞”。立碑撰《女将军书》，民间戏曲评书《叶家女将》《女从军行》《贞烈传》流传千古。

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