Even when wild beasts still lived in caves, humans built small huts with branches and thatch; when you lived in thatched houses, someone lived in brick and stone houses; even when you still lived in brick and stone houses,
When you live in a high-rise building, someone lives in a high-rise building; when you live in a high-rise building, someone...
As time goes by, such examples can be stacked up indefinitely.
Pattern is actually transcendence.
Time is like water, flowing quietly in the library. Xu Guangling relaxes and turns the pages of books comfortably and slowly. At this time, the song "The Title Page of the World" he once composed seems to be flowing in his consciousness, but it is just as if
, if there is, if not.
What really flows in my consciousness is the content of the selection.
"A single spark can start a prairie fire"
"Contradiction Theory"
"On Protracted War"
"The issue of independence and autonomy in the united front"
…
There are too many insights, too many high-level suggestions, and too many straightforward insights.
These are actually transcendences and patterns.
Reading and appreciating these patterns and these transcendences cannot allow Xu Guangling to become a sage and achieve the same transcendence as the writer himself, but it can actually expand his horizons and help him, with a higher and further perspective,
to look at many things.
There is a lot of sociological content in the anthology, or in other words, it needs the support of relevant practice, which Xu Guangling lacks now.
In fact, it’s not just now.
There are many things in the book that he will never touch upon in his life.
But it doesn't matter.
Reading books about sages does not mean taking the path of sages.
In other words, saints have no path. The life path of every person who eventually becomes a saint or sage is extremely independent and unique. It is difficult for you to classify them into which category, because saints have no path.
Those who are outstanding and can be classified cannot be sages.
And even among saints and sages, at least in the list Mr. Zhang gave Xu Guangling, he did not find any two that were "relatively similar".
They are all unique.
They all exude their own brilliance.
What Xu Guangling wants to do is just bathe in these radiances, bathe, feel, and experience, that's all, but he does not want to be confused with any of these radiances. Of course, it is actually impossible.
Make it confusing.
Sages can be looked up to and surpassed, but they cannot be imitated.
Because the reason why a sage is a sage is because of his core creation out of nothing and his uniqueness.
After reading the four volumes of the anthology, Xu Guangling benefited a lot. Some of these contents were read deeply, some were shallowly read, and some were simply memorized. Feeling that time was almost up, Xu Guangling picked up the remaining contents.
The last book I published is "The Complete Poems of the Librarian".
The patio has four sides and is surrounded by high walls. Pebbles can be seen clearly, and small fish live in the center. If you only drink the water from the well, you will never grow.
In the cold autumn of Independence, we go north to the Xiangjiang River and reach the head of Juzizhou. We can see the mountains all red and the forests dyed with dye;
In this vast land, who is responsible for the ups and downs?...
Of course, it is impossible not to miss out on the extremely famous Qinyuan Spring Snow.
Poetry is a unique style, concise and concise, or extremely simple but extremely concise. Each poem is an independent small world.
If we really talk about savoring it carefully, it’s not too long to savor one song for a day.
So Xu Guangling actually just skimmed them this time and memorized them. Of course, with his current photographic memory, he doesn't need to deliberately do such things as "memorizing".
Those words remain in my mind.
So when he left the library, Xu Guangling had five more "books" in his mind, and his poetry reserve reached 1,566.
After coming out of the library, Xu Guangling went directly to Zhang's hometown, and everything went as usual in the evening.
When I went to bed that night, I was still sound and dreamless.
This made Xu Guangling temporarily suspend his original plan of continuing to go to the park for a "night tour" because he had not practiced Fuxi Jue in his dreams several times. Xu Guangling even missed it a little. At the same time, he also felt that because he was in the park
Isn’t it a little uneconomical to delay the practice of Fuxi Jue by doing that kind of thing?
And, if you don’t go to the park at night and practice tomorrow morning or when you go to bed after morning practice, will Fuxi Jue return again?
So this time, after waking up late at night and still having a hearty meal, Xu Guangling did not go to the park, but stayed in the room. Sitting in front of the window, without turning on the lights and without moonlight, Xu Guangling fell in love with the depth and warmth of the night.
In silence, in my mind, I read through the complete collection of poems again.
This time I read it slowly and leisurely.
Poetry generally pays attention to talent, learning, knowledge, and emotion. If you are good at any one of these four, you will have considerable achievements in poetry and lyrics. It is innate endowment, learning is acquired, and knowledge is the pattern produced by the integration of talent and learning.
Height, Qing is emotion and mind.
From a librarian's perspective, none of the four is lacking, so its performance in poetry is also extremely impressive.
At first, Xu Guangling just flipped through the pages leisurely. In fact, half of his intention was to rest and kill time. If there was a brush around him, he would even practice calligraphy, but there was not, so he started flipping through poems.
And after flipping through it, I got lost in it.
When he came back to his senses, Xu Guangling found that the sky had changed drastically. Well, there was no visible change in the sky, but the originally calm air had become windy, and it was still a strong wind. In fact, it was because of the
Only then did he come back to his senses.
Not long after, about ten minutes, it began to rain. At first, it was scattered raindrops that were as big as beans. Soon, it was pouring rain, forming a curtain of rain that covered the sky.
It has been sunny for more than a month, but now it rains heavily and torrentially.
Xu Guangling left the window, closed the window, and looked at the time, which was two thirty-four in the morning.
Maybe the morning exercise this morning will be cancelled?
And, maybe I need to buy a small umbrella. I definitely didn't need it before. Even if it rained occasionally, I just didn't go out. Now, he is still responsible for cooking for the two old gentlemen in the evening.
The time came to four o'clock.
The rain was pouring down, with no sign of stopping.
Usually the morning light has arrived at this time, but today, the sky is still dark. This is of course the work of dark clouds. Looking at the situation, let alone four or five o'clock, it would be good if the rain stops before the end of the morning.
However, Xu Guangling had no knowledge of predicting whether it would be sunny or rainy. The only thing he knew was that "the morning glow will travel thousands of miles without going out".
Xu Guangling called Mr. Zhang.
In fact, it is definitely impossible for the old man to go to the park in such weather, but as a disciple, this is the first time he encounters such a situation, so he must still say something.
Mr. Zhang laughed on the phone and asked him if he wanted to have breakfast.
Xu Guangling replied: "My disciple is a chef!"
**At one o'clock, it rains and the weather turns sunny.
Xu Guangling actually practiced Sanshou in his room this morning, then ate and went to bed after dinner. On the other side, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen, two old gentlemen, saw the clear sky and thought about the park.
It was refreshing after the rain, so I simply took my chess equipment and even a teacup and hot water bottle and headed over there.
When I arrived at the park and passed the path beside the old pine tree, I saw a lot of people gathered not far away, pointing and pointing.
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