One sentence of truth is preached, and thousands of books are falsely preached.
Mr. Zhang's "true biography" is not as few as one sentence, nor as many as ten thousand volumes of books.
In almost a month, the old man finished talking about a thousand medicines.
At the beginning, I only taught one flavor a day, and then slowly accelerated from one flavor a day, to a few flavors a day, to a dozen flavors a day, to dozens of flavors a day...
It's not that the teaching is becoming more and more careless, but as he learns, Xu Guangling's understanding of the pharmacology of medicinal materials becomes deeper and deeper, and he also has a deeper understanding of the relationship between medicines, so what he shows is
Its absorption speed is getting faster and faster.
In a sense, Mr. Zhang was passive and had to speed up the progress of teaching.
Then this day, in the study room.
"Isn't it right to learn and practice it over time? Isn't it nice to have friends from far away? Isn't it a gentleman to be surprised if you don't know?"
"I'm sorry, today, I'm going to tell you this sentence."
No longer a professor of medicine, Mr. Zhang said to Xu Guangling at the beginning.
Xu Guangling was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"Learning, cognition."
"Learn, learn from books, learn from teachers, friends and others. No matter how deeply you learn, it is someone else's thing. Just like 'Moonlight in front of the bed', no matter how deeply you understand this poem, this poem
Poetry belongs to Li Bai, not you."
Mr. Zhang looked very serious and said slowly.
Xu Guangling nodded seriously.
He understood what the old man meant.
The "belonging" here is not the ownership of creative rights, nor the acquisition of content, but the possession in life.
Li Bai owns this poem.
Thousands of years ago, a man named Li Bai traveled around and traveled to other places for his ideals and to help the world.
One night, maybe he had just had dinner, or maybe he was tossing and turning, and Li Bai was walking in the yard. The moonlight was like water, shining down from the sky, illuminating the entire yard, and also shining on the bluestone beside the well in the yard.
and railings.
The dew has just set, the moon is like water, and the night is like frost.
It's very quiet and very cold.
At this moment, the moonlight is like water, and so are my thoughts.
The river and sky are all colorless, and there is only one moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first sees the moon by the river? When does the river moon shine on people for the first time? Life has been endless from generation to generation, but the river and moon are only similar year by year. I don’t know who the river and the moon are waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The color of the flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year when the flowers bloom again? We have seen the pines and cypresses destroyed for wages, and heard that the mulberry fields have turned into the sea. The ancients never recovered the flowers in the east of Luo City, but today people still love the wind of falling flowers. The flowers are similar every year, and they are the same every year.
Everyone is different every year.
The world is as thin as gauze in recent years, who makes people ride in Beijing?
Life is nothing, suffering is the temptation of the world. Now I am alone, running hard and strong.
…
About heaven and earth, about life.
About transience, about eternity.
About the present, about the future.
Lots of possibilities.
What was Li Bai thinking at this moment? No one else knew except himself.
And in the end, this night was framed by the two crosses: "The moonlight was shining brightly in front of the bed, which seemed to be frost on the ground. I looked up at the bright moon and lowered my head to think about my hometown."
This night belongs to Li Bai.
In twenty words, he extracted this night from the long river of time and space, and hung it in the sky for countless followers to watch.
This is Li Bai's life.
This is Li Bai's past.
This is a fragment of Li Bai's life.
As far as Xu Guangling is concerned, he is just a spectator, an appreciator, just one of countless later viewers.
This is not his life.
This is not his past.
There had never been such an episode in his past life.
“After learning comes practice.”
"Study, practice, practice, practice."
"Using learning to guide learning is the meaning of learning."
"You meet all kinds of people and experience all kinds of things in life. This person is clever and charming, but that thing is completely different. Learning and learning, cognition and life, accidentally but often, meet and collide."
"Every intersection, every collision is a reunion of old friends."
"What I learned was activated in that moment."
"Many cognitions, one of them, suddenly become alive. From books, from others, from your memory, they come out, enter your heart, and stay in your life."
"It is the joy of a fulfilling life."
“If you always have this kind of joy in your life, and if you are surrounded by this kind of joy, you will not complain about God or blame others, whether you are in good times or bad times, whether you are supported by thousands of people and look up to you, or you are just a single person.
If you live a simple life, you will be equally stable."
"Get happiness from the true nature of life, not dependent on the outside world or others."
"This is the opening chapter of the Analects of Confucius borrowed from my teacher to warn you."
Mr. Zhang spoke slowly and earnestly.
"Disciple, please remember this!" Xu Guangling said seriously.
"I know you will remember it. In fact, judging from your character, there is no need to give such a cumbersome reminder to my teacher." Mr. Zhang shook his head, smiled, then stood up from the chair and opened the big desk.
of a drawer.
Then, the old man took out two small notebooks and handed them to Xu Guangling.
"Idiot, come and get it."
Xu Guangling took it in his hand and looked down.
Two small notebooks.
One is a medical qualification certificate.
One is a consultant physician certificate from the Central Health Bureau.
"Teacher, this..." Xu Guangling gestured to Mr. Zhang with the second notebook.
"It's just a name, no salary." Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "I would like to say, keep these two small notebooks, when you need them in the future."
If it were in the past, when he didn't know the identity of the old man, Xu Guangling would probably be surprised by these two documents, especially the latter.
But now, he was just surprised, but not at all surprised.
"Okay, Idiot." Mr. Zhang said calmly, "From today on, I have nothing to teach you. From now on, if there is nothing wrong, you don't need to come here anymore."
"Teacher, are you going to kick me out of the house and don't want me anymore?" Xu Guangling was really surprised now, and then he said pitifully.
"Idiot!" Mr. Zhang took Xu Guangling's hands, wrapped them in his two big hands, and held them, "You are my teacher's disciple, and you will always be. You are my teacher's pride and pride, you don't need to
The future is now."
"It's just that the chicks will eventually leave the nest."
"And the growth of a great master requires a higher, farther and larger space, and he cannot always live in a small building."
"Only when you leave here can you truly stand up for yourself."
The old man spoke slowly and emotionally, even with emotion.
Xu Guangling's nose felt sour unconsciously, but he still smiled and said: "Teacher, if I don't come over, who will cook the dinner every day?"
"Do you really think you are a cook?" Hearing Xu Guangling's words, Zhang Lao laughed and scolded, "Let's go, let's go, leave now. Don't let me see you for at least a year!"
Xu Guangling fell silent.
After a long silence, he gave the old man a gentle hug.
The old man patted his back.
"Boy, you only give hugs to your teacher, but not to me?" Mr. Chen said at this time.
"Mr. Chen, in the hearts of my disciples, you are still my teacher. You have been my teacher for a long time." Xu Guangling turned around and hugged the old man gently, just like he did to Mr. Zhang just now.
"Idiot, come on!"
"I'm waiting for you to become a great master and then come see us two bad old men."
Mr. Chen said in a low voice.
He also once again said "clumsy words" to Xu Guangling.
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There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
Friends who don’t know much about ancient life and terminology may not know that the “bed” here is not the bed we have today, but refers to the fence of the well. Therefore, the scenes of the two poems above are all outside, in the yard or more.
Places like the entrance to the village outside, not inside the house.
Let me explain a little bit.
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