I'm looking for Yao Chong in the solar calendar.

Time in the classroom will fly to Ding Shengxin.

In the afternoon, the sun shone on my body through the glass, which was extremely warm and comfortable, and a faint drowsiness hit my heart for a long time. Looking through the lengthy textbooks, except for the teacher's slightly noisy voice, the classroom is particularly quiet, and three or two students are dozing on the table, and more of them are wandering. Shouldn't such a day be extremely enjoyable? The comfortable wind took me out of the classroom door, and the sun burned my eyes in an instant, and my sight brightened up. The boys came out of the classroom in droves, found a sunny place and stopped to chat. The topic jumped from the game to the NBA, and everyone was talking about it except that they didn't dance. Most girls prefer to stay in the classroom and doodle at their desks. The thin scapula is obvious, and the sweat on the forehead flows into the collar along the cheek and disappears in a short time. The electric fan on the ceiling squeaked and stubbornly resisted the traces of time. The more it struggles, the more it wobbles, which causes people sitting under the electric fan to feel panic all the time. Everyone says that the classroom is a place to study, the playground is a place to play, and the school is a place to carry all our youth and dreams. Take a deep breath, there is the smell of March grass, red walls and white tiles, white clouds in the sky, and the smell of light bleaching powder on school uniforms ... all these remind me that this is my school, my class and an indelible and irreplaceable memory in my life. It's almost noon, and everyone is doing homework, chatting or reciting words from each other in the classroom, forming two kinds of ethos. A group mainly focuses on learning, get together to discuss topics, recite ancient poems and words to each other, and teach others to do problems. Another school, led by boys, sat around a table and talked about mountains. The audience enjoyed it. They didn't care how inappropriate it was to chat now, and they didn't think it was too crowded to get together in hot weather. As a result, the teacher was extremely dissatisfied. "What are you doing with so many people crowded together? You are definitely not talking about learning! " There is a smell of smoke in the voice. "We are warming up!" The teacher suddenly lost his heart, but the idea of getting angry disappeared without a trace. This answer is ironic. After laughing, I was a little distracted. I have been here for four years before I know it. I am happy, sad, confused, helpless, wronged, excited, excited ... as if I have experienced everything for a lifetime, I can't help but feel a little stunned. People often say that the class collective is a small society, and it really is. Suddenly, someone took my hand, and my eyes condensed, and I found my best friend standing in front of me, staring at me with an expression of "collecting my soul quickly". "What's the matter?" "Also ask what's the matter? Everyone in the class has left, forget it, the sports meeting. " Of course, there is also a face that is "completely defeated by you." "We want to cheer for everyone, our class is the most United!" -My group is full of laughter and frequent quarrels, but the feelings are still very good. This is a place where dreams are carried. I am proud to have it, or to have us. "Hello-"A friend in the distance caught a glimpse in the sun and waved with a smile as if it were a grand farewell. "Don't stand there, whether you come or not, we can go without you ..." Play around. Like a warm and beautiful fairy tale.

-Letter to Mozi

A candidate in Beijing

Dear Mozi:

This is a letter from a student two thousand years later. I don't know why I wrote to you, but because of you, I know a simple but profound truth: look up at the stars and be down to earth.

I remember when I was a child, I accidentally touched a quaint thread-bound book from the bottom of the bookshelf, which was my first "encounter" with you. But this first time doesn't seem wonderful, because I can't see any emotion from your dark face, only the severity and ruthlessness of "keep it or die"

At that time, I thought you must not be a person with lofty ideals, and you must not be a person who will look up at the stars.

But I didn't put down the book after all, but I was more and more attracted by it. "Everyone in the world loves each other, so the strong don't hold the weak, and the public doesn't rob the widowed"-every word in the book exudes an inexplicable fragrance. So every time I turn the page, I seem to be back in that complicated troubled times, and everyone "lost each other."

In the middle of the sky, I saw the old man riding a green cow slowly out of the Great Wall, looking up at the sky, chanting "I am retired after my success, and I am on the same road as the sky"; I also saw the handsome gentleman talking about Kan Kan on the apricot altar. He shouted, "What are you talking about? What does the sky say? " I saw the prosperity of a hundred schools of thought contending in Gong Xue, Xia Ji, Linzi, and I also saw the hermit on the Chu River who was intoxicated with "only communicating with the spirit of heaven and earth".

Finally, I caught a glimpse of you. You don't choose to retire, and you don't want to argue with other scholars all day. You just run around the land of China, appearing in the world as a walker, rushing to save the people in from the mire and solve the worries and sufferings of all the people. "He who is the best in the world is worthy of his stone", you are so down-to-earth and your steps are so firm and unyielding.

I finally understand that it's not that I can't look up at the stars. Your star is "One World". It's just that compared with other philosophers who only look up at the starry sky and only issue weak slogans, you are more willing to practice your ideals in a down-to-earth manner and make your starry sky more brilliant. So, you are always on the run. You lobbied the king of Chu for thousands of miles and "rejected the opportunity of Lu Ban to attack the city" to save the people of the Song Dynasty. You are running around again, "not attacking", "not liking", "not robbing" and "not being Confucian" in order to put forward a real "good prescription for saving the world" for this troubled times. You look up at the stars, but you always keep your feet on the ground. Therefore, your footsteps never stop, and your footprints are all over China. After this grandiose lie still exists in the world for two thousand years, your steps are getting stronger and stronger.

It turns out that your eyes have been looking up at the stars; So your feet have never left the earth!

With dark hair, dark eyes and dark face, staring at the starry sky and stepping on the earth, you are like a black lightning, piercing the sky and lighting an eternal flame for the five mountains in Kyushu!

Humans need to look up at the starry sky, because without the shining of the starry sky, our road will not have a front. However, when looking up at the starry sky, we should not forget to be down-to-earth and do something for others and society. After all, the beauty of the starry sky never belongs to the earth. Only by keeping our feet on the ground can we reflect the splendor of the starry sky with our own footprints.

Mozi, thank you for letting me understand this simple but profound truth. Thank you for giving me the most lasting motivation in life.

Fragrant and warm-hearted flower season

Through the rainy season, flowers are in full bloom.

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"The plain forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is gloomy", as in the mountain city of Chongqing. Autumn is more rainy and sad. In the autumn wind, although there is no gloomy path in Dai Wangshu's Water Town in the South of the Yangtze River, there is a faint homesickness in Ada, Xi Murong. Looking at the birds flying low in the sky, I scratched the fragments and mused. Looking back suddenly, I have stepped on the tail of 15 years old.

Walking, like Shi Tiesheng wandering in the altar, picking off a few yellow leaves, shrinking and drying up, recording poems that only I can understand under that sky, and then turning into tiny rain needles, piercing that bleeding heart. I began to understand that memory is a small cage, and impression is the sky outside the cage. I accidentally stepped on its bright green sole.

Wandering is a place of leisure and sadness. The bluestone path of Sanyou Road languishes on that wall, leaving the vicissitudes of the old woman's forehead. The radian of life bends its own steps. The tip of the knife trembled in a whisper and touched a little instantly. There is a dull spirit implanted in my heart, and I want to deal with it with a dull smile.

Seeing the tears rolling on the leaves and flashing eyes after the rain, I was so hesitant that my eyebrows touched. I am ordinary, but if the sun shines on me, I will also shine with colorful light. Are you also fascinated by the future and reality? Lost in this foggy city in Chongqing? Can't see the sky clearly, let that gray cloth cover it? Crystal clear and gentle, you know? I reached out and hugged you foolishly, telling myself that my heart should follow my feelings and never look back.

The light in the library is always on, so I look around Li Tao Lake quietly. If the lotus in summer is a kind of "natural sculpture" aestheticism, then the withered lotus standing upright in the rustling autumn rain is a kind of "my heart is eternal" talk. Dead branches don't cry, and leaves don't worry. Draw the lake into angular language with a sonorous pen. The wind enters the sleeve, people are still the same, and the willow color is sparse. How can a leaf know autumn?

Feng is the least shy person in autumn. He waved his powerful arms and could see his bulging abdominal muscles, which softened wicker, wrinkled the lake and flattened my little heart. All the way wrapped in fragrance, follow the raindrops, huh? Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom.

It's one of those small pale yellow petals, light enough to be dyed cold dark green by the cold air in autumn in Ivylinna Lee. However, she just stood there, her long and smooth neck as clear as a ray of sunshine in the rain, emitting a faint fragrance.

I want to be a tree in my next life. Well, a flowering tree. In order for you to meet me at my most beautiful time, I will wait here quietly. He is a tree waiting for me, and the last leaf has fallen off and waited. Suffering from the east, west, north and south winds, you can't fall when you stand. Many trees in Nankai, like swords and halberds, are connected in dense forests, but his sky is very vast and stands alone, so that people can see it. In his eyes, the world may be small.

At night, with a gentle cry, the stars lit up, and the lights were as bright as candles, biting the loneliness at night. At night, the clothes are thick and the lights are bright, but here, there is only a glimmer and fragrance all the way.

I am no longer the little girl who wears a red smile and dances with a certificate. Even the bitterness of coffee can't soothe my inner wounds, and I began to know something about Van Gag. What kind of decadence and accusation is behind that bright color? Want a gust of wind, facing the sea, spring blossoms. Starting from tomorrow, starting from tomorrow ~

When I am lonely, I hold music and let myself die, so that music can wake up and memory is for forgetting. I just met the past face to face once, and then solemnly said goodbye, goodbye. "I love Nankai deeply. I just don't know how to love, just look up, look up until I disappear on my way home ~

If you are a hero, how can you not understand loneliness? If you are a beautiful woman, how can you not be lonely?

Fantasy and Reality: Bricks (Xiao Chuzhou)

The house facing the street is made of bricks. The human world is made up of fantasy.

We seem to be walking in a hard reality that can be seen and touched, but in fact we are immersed in countless realized fantasies.

When did humans become independent from other species? Philosophers may say that apes can use tools, and archaeologists may calculate an age from skulls thousands of years ago, but I want to make an arbitrary conclusion here, starting with the first fantasy bubble in people's brains.

The material world created by human beings originates from fantasy.

Wu Cheng'en in The Journey to the West installed a killer somersault cloud on Monkey Brother. The bread here contains the illusion that human beings have been trapped in stable land for thousands of years. Four hundred years later, the Wright brothers turned this fantasy into reality.

Verne established his kingdom on paper, which was out of touch with the reality at that time. There are cannons that can send people to the moon, and the Nautilus that sneaks under the sea. All these fantasies will come true before we enter the 2 1 century. There are human footprints on the moon, and submarines from all over the world are busy at the bottom of the sea.

One hundred years ago, novelists in the late Qing Dynasty fantasized that Shanghai would be the venue of the World Expo. Now this fantasy come true is being staged vigorously on both sides of Huangpu River.

People first fantasize about things beyond reality, and then add wisdom to fantasy, knead it into rationality, put it into practice, bake it with fire, and take it out, which becomes a brick for building reality. This is the real world of our giant Li Sen. Without the illusion of flying when looking up at the sky at first, human beings are still crawling on land; Without Verne's paranoia about outer space and the seabed, human beings may be helpless species waiting for energy exhaustion today; Without the illusion of hosting the World Expo in Shanghai, China people would never have a chance to see the number of visitors to the Expo, which is refreshing every day.

The spiritual world created by human beings is also derived from fantasy.

Because of his fantasies about mountains, rivers, the sun and the moon, Cang Xie drew pictographic Chinese characters on paper.

Because of the illusion of peace in life, Lao Tzu painted a small country with a small population so charming.

Because of the fantasy of free love, Austin wrote Darcy and Elizabeth as a landscape painting of English countryside.

Because of his fantasy of a peaceful world, Tolkien wrote a middle-earth world in a bold and desolate way.

Fantasy soaked us like this. The human brain has the desire and power to change the world because of fantasy. The reality of mankind is a huge building built with fantasy as bricks. Spiritual fantasy guides the direction and ensures that the world will not collapse unconsciously; The base of material fantasy is high, which will make mankind go to a higher depth in the future.

Man is a craftsman who shapes bricks. Only with fantasy can we build a magnificent real world. And humans who fantasize about drying up are just fools lying in mud pits.

Standing at the peak of fantasy (Xu Jisheng)

Since humans walked upright, their eyes facing the earth can look up into the distance with fantasy.

On the earth, all kinds of birds and beasts pass by us, and human beings find their own shortcomings. We can't fly, we can't be as smart as an eagle in the blue sky, we can't run as fast as a horse, we can't make holes like mice, and we can't sing like larks.

Humans are not deeply immersed in inferiority, but hold their heads high in fantasy. We made things like wings, put them on our bodies, jumped from high places, and many lovely people fell into the abyss, but the plane still brought human fantasy to the blue sky.

Humans fantasize because of lack and progress because of fantasy.

So I stood at the peak of fantasy and looked at the future of the Chinese nation.

I fantasize that the people of China will move from hierarchy to equality.

Starting from the ritual system of Duke Zhou, China people consciously learned to divide Duke Zhou into three classes. Everything has a grade, even the color and material of clothes. Officials wear bright colors. Bai Juyi, who was demoted to Jiujiang Sima, can only wear blue clothes, while ordinary people wear cloth clothes. In the literary world, poetry comes first, followed by prose, and novels and plays can only wait. Scholars write novels and plays, but they can't tell their real names, so they shyly write pseudonyms. The late maturity of China's novels and plays is related to the hierarchical concept of literature. In feudal times, officials were shepherds and people were cattle and horses; Officials are parents and people are grass. Members of society are divided into scholars, farmers, workers and businessmen in turn. Wives are big and concubines are small, and men are superior to women. In azimuth, the right side is big and the left side is small. Liangshan heroes come forth in large numbers, and they are down and out of the cottage, and they also have to row seats.

A harmonious society must be based on the equality of social members, and the social division of labor is different, but every descendant of the Chinese people must stand at the same height, and there is no distinction between high and low.

I fantasize that the Chinese nation loves truth more than anything else.

When truth is inconsistent with power, we choose truth; When truth is inconsistent with interests, we choose truth. Truth will love us only if we love it.

Mr. Ba Jin earnestly warned us to tell the truth. Mr. Ji Xianlin said: Without lies, there is no truth. "Not telling all the truth" seems a bit complicated, but "not telling all the lies" is the bottom line. It's hard to tell the truth. We would rather be silent with dignity than lie brazenly.

When officials tell the truth of the unit, the cohesion will be greater; When researchers send fewer papers because of truth, the gold content will be higher; When entrepreneurs lose some profits because of the truth, the company will last longer.

I fantasize that the Chinese nation leads the world.

We have a concentration of 5000 years, and horses in China have never been to the Black Sea to eat exotic grass. The people of China will make filial piety the warmest home in the world, and white hair will become the laughter of children and grandchildren. No matter how far China people go, what they always think is "Looking up, I find it is moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly think of home".

Phoenix, which has been flying for 5000 years, is ancient and plain, but it can be reborn in the fire of reform and opening up.

I fantasize about a little phoenix flying out of the ancient east, leading the eyes of the whole world to the distance.

Love in the rain

"The wind blew off the last leaf, and there was snow in my heart. Love can only accumulate in my memory-oh, for next season. "

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I walk alone in the warm season and refuse to say goodbye to the past. Tell yourself gently that lonely people don't need to wander, I just wander occasionally after being injured. Shaping is a place without sadness, but as Zhu Ziqing said, "Happiness is theirs", I have nothing. Is it "everything is the beginning without an ending, and everything is a fleeting pursuit"? Just like she said? I'm afraid I'm going the wrong way, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I've always been strong. Without my parents, I would lose my way.

Night, don't let the language repeat. The thoughts that have been illuminated by the lights are shining with the light of temptation and have been thinking. Well, I don't want to talk to myself anymore.

Like the night breeze, blow yourself up. You can hang your mood on the side of the road, or kick it under your feet, let yourself trample it slowly, and then walk away and secretly watch her cry silly ~ ~ ~

Girls or not, they will miss their parents when they leave home. Only then did I realize that I didn't grow up, and I didn't want to grow up again. Only then did we know that emotions, not people, grew up with us. When I am free, I hold the pen and read the words, and then step on the tail of the wind, slip from the end of the pen and hit my heart, colliding with the sound of metal. Words have no feelings, but different people always add their own feelings, and then see their own appearance from the words, always moving themselves to tears.

Looking out the window, how can you be alone in the dark? Month, hook away childhood nursery rhymes. Accompanied by sentimental words, it seems to appreciate the beauty of loneliness, such as the transparency and simplicity of the sky in summer and the long and slender rain in autumn, while love has become a lonely language, hanging high in the sky, holding the moonlight, leaving the evening breeze blowing on the house.

The brain at night can objectively answer its own questions. You can boldly squander during the day, let the material encroach, and carefully give it to the spirit at night. The green light is yellow and the tea smells good. "The place that can't be reached is called the distant place, and the place that can't be returned is called the hometown." So I'm sick and old ~ ~

Despite the corrosion of memory, those fresh and green have long been buried in the scale of time. Standing at the mouth of the cup and looking at it from a distance, I slowly dissolved the life filtered by time in my life. After a long time, I precipitated from the bottom of the cup, and one or two drops were crystal clear-I think that is the most beautiful thing in my heart, not flowers, but tears.

"It's like being trapped in a fog, eager to escape from the vacant reality." Run run shaw. I really don't want to doubt myself anymore. No matter how cold loneliness will melt, do you believe it? Watch yourself leave. If you want to find freedom, you should also give others freedom. Just set me free and ask myself to commit a crime!

Hope doesn't need to be interpreted, faith doesn't need to moan, and the past doesn't need to be wrapped in your arms. It turns out that all the pain comes from extravagant hopes, and everything seems to be destined. Mourning and moaning, maybe I am my own sunshine, shining brightly ahead.

When you say nothing.

One day, a friend pulled me back to real life while daydreaming and seriously asked, "Are you happy?" I replied without thinking: "I am very happy!" " ""Are you happy? "I should arrive without hesitation:" I am very happy! ""Are you happy? " "I am very lucky. . . Fu. . . "Swallowing the last word made my heart tremble: Am I happy? I've never asked myself that. I don't know, I don't know if I'm really happy!

In the eyes of others, I am a lively and cheerful person. My words are always on my lips and my smile is always on my lips. But who can understand the real me? So I know myself:

The pleasure of sailing against the current

I am not a person who can calm down and study hard. I know the teacher is very kind to me. It has been two months since I entered Class 8 in senior high school. I don't know what to hide my fear. I don't know how to face my parents' expectant eyes again. I don't know how to live up to the high hopes of my relatives. It has become the theme of life to make yourself as happy as possible in these two months. I fell down again and again, so that my grades dropped again and again. I don't have the courage to face them and think that I have been abandoned by this world. In fact, it is not: parents do not blame, but encourage; Teachers don't criticize, but guide; My brother didn't sigh, but believed ... I began to look for a way out, believing that I wouldn't be knocked down, because there were so many pairs of eyes that affirmed me. Only then did I realize that I could be so happy, and I couldn't let this happiness be destroyed.

Moistening silent happiness.

Grandparents were born in feudal society. Due to the infection of feudal ethos at that time, they were attacked by the idea of' son preference', and there were more boys among their relatives, and they were more sensible. Naturally, I am often scolded by my grandparents for being naughty, and why I should be reserved as a girl instead of careless ... However, my parents are different. As the youngest member of my family, they take good care of me, for fear that I will be wronged and hurt a little. Am I not satisfied and happy enough? No, I'm happy. I should let this happiness continue!

Happiness of intangible care

Because of my outgoing personality, I talk a lot. Although I am not good at languages, I am not short of languages, so I have made many friends. There are also many close friends. When I am happy, they share with me. When I am sad, they share it with me, so that my face is always full of smiles, and there are no words like pain in my dictionary. Isn't that enough? No, I'm satisfied. I'm really happy. ...

In fact, happiness is around you, mainly depending on whether you find it or not. We should seize today, happiness and our own destiny.

Without a bud, it's not a rich flower on earth.

Come back, please rest assured that you will never travel!

Tao Qian waved goodbye to the officialdom, but the former fame and interests were just ridiculous, floating and wanting nothing. Back to my hometown, I realized my lifelong wish. This is just a point in the mountain, and he can't wait to take a boat around the 18 th bend of the mountain road. A small room, a book lamp and a bright moon connected his life in series. The days facing the loess and facing the sky are worth the songs of officialdom, and the smiles between farmers' sweat are better than flattering faces. Tao Qian, Loew's fate is in doubt! Turn around smartly, leaving the legend eternal.

Don't rejoice in things, don't grieve for yourself.

After being demoted, the voices of the ministers behind drowned Fan Zhongyan's departure. I dreamed of Baling for countless times, but I still didn't go. The choppy waves swept through his dreams, and the exquisiteness of Yueyang Tower has long fascinated him. Oh! I seem to see Qian Fan on Dongting Lake, carrying his ideal to the other side of leisure. Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later. "Wes, who are we going home with?" Fan Zhongyan smiled and swallowed his tears.

Wandering places, who are comforting each other?

Someone once said that Nalan Xingde's life was not bumpy. My father was an important official in the imperial court, but when he knew that the glory of his family was the cream mountain of the people, he was silent and rebelled with his young heart and family. Helpless, wandering, who are you with in the dark? Get drunk and solve a thousand worries, and die young, leaving the world with too much regret and sadness.

They laughed, and their gains and losses were fleeting; They cried, who can understand the loneliness and sadness in giving up? So they wrote the immortal answer with their lives-giving up is owning the world.

0 10 Henan college entrance examination perfect composition: polish your eyes and listen to the opinions of the sages.

One day, Fu Cha, King of Wu, met with Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and talked about the advice of courtiers. They sighed deeply.

Fu Tea: Li Ge, I am a fool. Zixu is loyal to me, but I think he is cruel and heartless. If I had listened to his words, I would have beheaded the stone and destroyed Yue Guo, and I would not have harmed others or myself. I would have used this boy Gou Jian! Alas, Zixu, I don't listen to you. I have no face to face you and the people of Wu!

Li Longji: Don't be sad, Fucha. I am more ashamed of my ancestors and the people of the Tang Dynasty than you are. In the early days of my administration, I was able to wake up my ears and listen to Yao Chong and their words with an open mind, thus creating a prosperous scene of a "prosperous new century". But later, I fell in love with Yang Guifei. I listened to his flattery all day and never heard a word of advice, but that was just a trick to make me happy. Great Datang Jiangshan, I am actually teetering because of the "opinions" of these villains. Ah! Give me another chance, and I will stick to my opinion-

Fu Cha: You and I have both made mistakes in governing the country, but for different reasons: I am not good at listening to other people's opinions, and you don't know right from wrong, and you listen to gossip.

Li Longji: Really? But how can we be good at listening to other people's opinions and not believing in slanders?

Focha: I think we'd better open the computer notebook of the historical monarch and see what they think.

Emperor Taizong: "You are a wise man, but you are far from being a villain." The master of Zhu Gekongming also wiped your eyes, clearly recognized your position in their minds, and accepted the advice of the wise men with an open mind, ha-(leaving with a smile).

Li Longji: My ancestors are too abstruse for me to understand them. Let's look at foreign wise men.

Dante: Go your own way and let others talk.

Polish proverb: People who often ask for directions will never get lost.

Senac: To believe everything is the same as to doubt everyone.

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Focha: Although there are different opinions, I can see the common ground. That is, as Emperor Taizong said, distinguish between good and bad first, and on this basis, carefully absorb the useful opinions of others. Of course, the most important thing is to distinguish right from wrong. Hey, do you understand? Li Ge?

Li Longji: I see! I have to tell modern people at once and let them learn from history!

Shi Yun theory

I have read Zuo Zhuan, Han Shu and History of Three Kingdoms, and I have tried every means to find wealth and achieved success. However, whenever I see an ancient celebrity, I can't help sighing that his master has given up this book. For example, in the Three Kingdoms period, Li wrote "The Theory of Destiny": "Husband governs chaos; Poor, life is also; Noble, sometimes. " Without hesitation, I sighed and said, "Are people of all ages, sages and saints all subject to the three?" If Zhong Ni is trapped in Cai Chen, it will be difficult for Li Guang to be sealed, which is sad. "After reading the works of ancient and modern sages, I was relieved to find the famous and sacred traces. There are three sighs: first, the wealth of scholars is here and not there; Second, the wealth of scholars lies in diligence rather than pursuit; Third, the wealth of a scholar lies in me, not him. Regarding this letter, please refer to the following statement:

Zhong Ni, a former scholar, learned a lot, kept etiquette and music in his chest, practiced benevolence and righteousness, and helped the world with the right path. He learned from Zanzi, Shi Xiang and Lao Dan, spread his knowledge, and traveled around the world to spread his thoughts. His ambition is great, his actions are strong and his words are strong. However, it is unlucky and ill-fated. It would be a pity if it has not seen its owner in 70 countries! But it respects the teaching of emergency order, and Yan Hui came out; Six works of art restored ancient scriptures. His ambition is clear, otherwise I will be a poor scholar after one hundred generations, so I can't praise him by his name. Mencius said, "People will humiliate themselves, and then people will humiliate themselves." There is a way to keep people from giving up their ambitions, and then there will be something they don't know where to get. The rest said, "Shi Yun is here but not there."

During the Warring States Period, there were Meng Changjun Tian Wen, Zhao Youping, Zhao Sheng, Chu Youchun, Huang Xie and Wei. When it is, no one is dissatisfied with the decision made by people with lofty ideals. I think Fu is right, too. Meng Changjun's followers only raise chickens and thieves, but have no talent to help the country. Therefore, Su Qin didn't listen to him, exhausted all his talents, and later became a six-nation power. At that time, what he was striving for was not enough. At that time, he had everything. At that time, the public or the public gate where he was wandering was open. Rich man, who gets it? Wangyi Bo said, "When you are old, you should be strong. You would rather move your heart." If you are poor, you will be strong, and you will never lose your ambition. "This is not the so-called" Shi Yunqin without seeking "?

When Boya met his son, it went smoothly, just as when he was proud of Hanwu, Shang Yang asked Jing Ke to say that Qin was the king. Is luck in hand? With my strength, knowledge and eloquence, why do you need a prosthetic hand? Yu Si Chun Yu Kun will laugh and doubt tassels. Yu Boya's voice is full of twists and turns, Sima Xiangru's talent is unparalleled, and Gong Sunyang dares to shock the world. Han Tuiyun said, "There is Bole and then a swift horse." I thought I was a swift horse and I was the first in Bole. "Shi Yun is in me, not in him" is very clear.

"Poetry Talk" says: "The mountain rises and the scenery stops." It is said that all people in the world admire virtue. "Fate Theory" said: "The beauty of wood in the forest will be destroyed by the wind; When piled out of the shore, the water will be turbulent; People are taller than people, and everyone must be wrong. " He also said: "Thoroughness is a river, blockage is a deep, rising to the clouds is rain, sinking to the ground is soil, and cleaning up is not chaotic; Turbidity helps things and doesn't hurt Qing. " He also said: "The poor are saints." Yes, Ye Fu. I am here, trying to make rich remarks to broaden my meaning. I am tireless in ancient and modern classics all day. Why? What is your ambition? Zhang Zai's Records of Japanese Knowledge (recorded in Zhang Zaiyan's Records of Recent Thoughts): "Make a heart for heaven and earth, make a life for the people, remember the past, and make peace for the world."