After Shu Yan finished reading "The Analects of Confucius", his grandfather taught him to read "The Book of Songs". Han Ning also began to teach his daughter Zhixin to read "The Book of Songs". The two children often read "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, On the River Continent" together

.My fair lady, a gentleman is so kind..."

Slowly, Shu Yan and Zhi Xin grew up. By the time they were in their twenties, their hanging hair was tied into two small horns, and their little red bellybands were no longer worn. They were already able to help the family.

Alive.

After working, he had read the Book of Songs thoroughly. But Han Ning had never taught Zhixin any other books, while Shu Yan not only read the Analects of Confucius, the Book of Songs, and the Book of Rites, but also practiced

Calligraphy writing.

Zhixin asked her father: "Ah, Brother Yan and I have finished reading the "Book of Songs" together. Brother Yan has already started to study the "Book of Rites". Together with the previous "The Analects of Confucius", this is already the third book.

Yeah, why do I always study this one?"

Han Ning smiled and said: "You are a girl, why do you read so many books?"

"We have so many books at home, why don't you teach me other books but only let me read the Book of Songs?"

"The Book of Songs is good, I can recognize many words, and the ideas in the Book of Songs are pure. Confucius said in one sentence that it is 'thinking without evil', and there is no intrigue. I think my daughter will be able to be a kind person when she grows up.

A good innocent girl."

Zhixin was puzzled: "There are six books in total including the Five Classics and The Analects of Confucius. Apart from the Book of Songs, wouldn't other books be bad?"

"It's not bad, it's just that most of those books deal with studying, self-cultivation, and governing the country. They are of no use to girls. Why are you studying them?"

"But I heard Brother Yan reading "The Analects of Confucius". It was very nice. Can you..." Zhixin turned her head and found that her father was long gone. "Huh, if you don't teach me, I'll go find Brother Yan."

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Shu Yan was picking mulberry leaves with his father in the garden. He had picked two big baskets full of them. This year's mulberry leaves were big, fat, and very fresh. Zhixin came closer. At this scene, she remembered a poem,

This is a cheerful mulberry-picking poem. Poems and songs in the Book of Songs are often connected together. Poems are songs, and songs are poems. All poems must be sung:

Among the ten acres, the mulberry trees are leisurely, and the walking and children are back.

Ten acres away, the mulberry trees are venting, and the children are passing away.

Shu Yan heard Zhixin's voice and said happily: "Zhixin, are you here? Didn't you help the family?"

"I just did some laundry for my grandma."

"I learned the Book of Songs well, and I can learn it now and use it so appropriately."

"I have read Fifteen Kingdoms a hundred times. I, Aweng, never teach me other books. Brother Yan, can you teach me to read The Analects of Confucius?"

"Of course that's good. We've finished picking the mulberry leaves, so we're going home."

The two children followed Shu An back home carrying two baskets of mulberry leaves. Shu Yan took out the Analects of Confucius, pointed to the first chapter and read: "The Master said: "'Isn't it a joy to learn and practice it from time to time? Have friends?

Isn't it a pleasure to come from afar? Isn't it a gentleman if someone doesn't feel embarrassed if he doesn't know?'"

After hearing this, Zhixin pursed her lips and smiled: "You read this article every day, and I have already listened to it. I still need you to teach me, how about the next article?"

Shu Yan solemnly said: "Learn and practice from time to time. Learn and practice from time to time. Do you understand? Even if you have learned it, you must review it frequently."

Zhixin nodded seriously, and Shu Yan continued to read: "Wouldn't it be great to have friends from afar?" Zhixin also read it again.

"Brother Yan, will you be happy if you have friends over?"

"Of course, I'll be happy to have like-minded friends here."

"Then do you still remember the young man from the Shi family a few years ago?"

"Shi De? Yes, remember."

"Why am I unhappy when he comes from far away?"

"Why are you upset? Because he broke our clay figurine?"

"I don't know either. At least he broke our clay figurine."

"Don't be so stingy." Shu Yan was like a big brother teaching a little sister, "Do you remember the last sentence we just read?"

"Remember, if you don't know something but don't feel embarrassed, you are not a gentleman? - Brother Yan, do you mean we should forgive him?"

"That's right. Tolerating other people's ignorant mistakes can show the demeanor of a gentleman." Shu Yan said with a smile.

Zhixin blinked at Shu Yan with her big innocent eyes. Although she was the same age, she had admired Shu Yan since she was a child.

"You see, although The Analects of Confucius is small, the first chapter has taught you two principles."

"Well, Brother Yan, will you teach me to read "The Analects of Confucius" from now on?"

"Don't worry, I will teach you whenever I have time."

"But - but, the adults said that boys and girls can't play together when they grow up, right?" Zhixin was a little sad.

"Growing up - it's still early. My grandma said that you are not an adult until all your teeth have grown." The two children looked at each other and smiled, grinning, revealing two rows of uneven teeth.

Times have changed, and Dr. Shu has lost his salary since returning to his hometown. Relying on the meager income from farming, although food and clothing are not a problem, the expenses for pens, ink, paper and inkstones have gradually decreased, and ordinary people cannot afford them.

Especially paper, Wei

During the Jin Dynasty, due to the imperfect papermaking technology and lack of raw materials, paper was quite expensive. Most of the people were purely illiterate, and not many could recognize a few words. Those who could write their own names were considered pretty good. As for paper - in

Ordinary people can't find it at home.

Of course, the Shu family is different. However, Dr. Shu no longer practices calligraphy every day. Paper is too expensive. He leaves these luxuries to Shu Yan. Dr. Shu is good at running script and official script. Besides teaching Shu Yan to read, he gives

He explains calligraphy,

How to start writing, how to close the pen, how to unfold it, how to speed up and slow down. Shu Yan is very perceptive and only has the opportunity to write on two or three pieces of paper every month. But a year later, although his official script is not as perfect as Dr. Shu,

But at least

It can be retracted and retracted freely. During the Jin Dynasty, official script had replaced seal script and became the official font at that time. Except for important seals, formal sacrifices, etc., seal script was still used, and the rest were replaced by official script. Because official script is relatively

There are many advantages to seal script: first, writing in seal script is too complicated, while writing in official script is relatively simple; second, there are too many curved strokes in seal script, making it inconvenient to write. Official script changed the curved strokes in seal script to straight strokes, making the glyphs closer to square characters.

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In the past year, every time Shu Yan finished helping his family with farm work, whenever he had free time, he would run to the back of the house alone, not knowing what he was doing. Whenever he was eating, his mother would insist on calling: "Yan" three or five times.

Son, it’s time to eat.” He came back belatedly to eat.

He was also absent-minded when eating, sometimes making signs in the air with his hands, hurriedly eating two mouthfuls of millet, drinking two mouthfuls of gluten soup, and then hurriedly ran to the back of the house. Dr. Shu was surprised and quietly walked to the back of the house to see what he was doing.

What. Behind his house is a small

It was an open space, very flat, and the soil was very fine. Shu Yan had two goat horns on his head and was squatting on the ground. He was holding a small wooden stick the size of a chopstick in his right hand and was making gestures and practicing calligraphy on the ground. The originally smooth ground,

Now it’s full of dense scratches

.Obviously the result of writing - erasing - writing again - erasing again. Now he is writing a chapter from "The Analects": "A gentleman is filial when he enters, he is brotherly when he comes out, he is sincere and trustworthy,

Love everyone universally and be kind to others. If you have enough energy to do, study literature."

"The word 'ru' is good, but the word 'jin' is better. It's just that the last stroke of 'pan' is closed too quickly." Dr. Shu stroked his gray beard and said with a smile.

Shu Yan was startled and turned around to see that it was his grandfather standing behind him.

"Well, the starting stroke is strong, but the finishing stroke is still a bit weak." Shu An said with a smile from behind.

Dr. Shu was also surprised. It turned out that Shu An, Zhou and Xie Yi were standing behind him.

Shu Yan was so engrossed in practicing calligraphy that his grandfather stood behind him for a long time, but he didn't even notice. As for Dr. Shu, he was also engrossed in watching his grandson practicing calligraphy on the ground. Shu An and others stood behind him, but they didn't notice at all.

I don't know. He was very pleased to see his grandson writing so seriously. Although he didn't buy much paper, he wrote so well.

"My grandson, official script is not as smooth as Xiaozhuan script. The most important thing is rhythm and rhythm. Only with rhythm and fluctuation can it be beautiful. Just finish it and practice it again and it will be perfect."

"Please grandpa give me more advice."

"Calligraphy requires a lot of practice, and you also have to constantly figure out and understand the good handwriting, so that you can write well. It is very rare for you to be able to write at this level at such a young age."

"Yes, I have to write "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Book of Songs" every day, and I will also write the "Book of Rites" in the future."

"Yes, that's right. In this way, you can not only practice calligraphy, but also review classics." Shu An is also talented, but he is a talent hidden among the people. If he becomes an official, his statement will be no less than that of his father. He

He said to his son, "Although you can read and write the classics, do you understand their meaning?"

"Of course you can. For example, this sentence means: A gentleman should be filial to his elders at home, respect his teachers when going out, be cautious in his words and deeds and be trustworthy, be friendly to others, get close to people with kindness, and if you still have the energy, go and learn

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"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

"But Aweng, there is something I want to tell you." Shu Yan looked at his father with wide eyes, but there was some hope in his eyes, but also some lack of confidence.

"Oh, what's the matter? Tell me."

"I think, I want... to give the paper I use for my monthly calligraphy practice to the Han family siblings - Zhixin and Ruoxin."

Shu An was surprised: "You only have two or three opportunities to practice calligraphy with paper every month, why would you give it to others? Don't you cherish it?"

"Cherish, of course I cherish it, but Zhixin and Ruoxin have never written on paper. I think they need more...'the beauty of a gentleman and an adult'!"

Shu An just looked at his son with a smile, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. His mother, Mrs. Zhou, poked Shu An: "Like you, have you forgotten about the money and clothes that you gave to the Han family?"

Shu An smiled and said, "Isn't it the same for you?"

Xie Yi laughed loudly: "Like father, like son. Your Shu family will be gentlemen for generations."

Shu Yan was happy to see that both Zhixin and Ruoxin had tasted the joy of writing on paper. However, although the Shu family was better off than the Han family, it was only "some". Ruoxin also had a better family two years ago.

After starting to read, the three children still use it on the flat ground most of the time.

Writing with small wooden sticks. Shu Yan learned earlier and learned much more than Zhixin and Ruoxin. He often pointed out their mistakes to the two sisters. Although they had no money to buy paper, they always talked and laughed while writing.
Chapter completed!