After a speechless night, Zhu Pingan woke up on time at dawn. He washed up briefly and then went to Taihu Lake with his things as usual.
The uncle and others stayed away all night last night and have not returned this morning. Even if they come back, they will only catch up on sleep, so Zhu Pingan is going to practice calligraphy by Taihu Lake and read in the morning as usual, and then discuss with the uncle and others when they get back.
Taihu Lake is different from the past. Today it seems to be a bit petty. In the past, the lake surface was as flat as a mirror, but today it is making waves, one wave higher than the other, as if there is a giant turtle making waves in Taihu Lake. The lakeshore has extended forward for several meters. In the past,
The boulder used to practice calligraphy and morning reading has been soaked in the lake water.
The embankment of Taihu Lake stands firm and motionless, no matter how many waves cover it, it remains unmoved.
Zhu Pingan found a place on the embankment of Taihu Lake, put some hay on it, and sat down facing the churning water of Taihu Lake under his feet. He put the black wooden board on his lap to use when the waves hit the embankment, and reached out to dip his brush in it.
I'm writing on a black board as I catch the waves. Putting the black board on your lap is not as comfortable as writing on a boulder, but it's also a kind of exercise. Life will never follow the route you set, and plans often fail to keep up with changes.
Don't be disappointed at this time and face it bravely.
Looking at the churning water of Taihu Lake under his feet and listening to the sound of waves lapping against the lake embankment, the words written by Zhu Pingan also gained a bit more vigor.
The generous Taihu gave himself another gift before leaving.
Zhu Ping'an had been practicing calligraphy for a long time, but he didn't see the sun rise. When he looked to the east, his intuition was chaotic, and it seemed that the weather was going to change today.
However, although there was no sun, the visibility was gradually getting higher. Zhu Pingan put away the black board and brush and leaned against a tree trunk to read. The four books Zhu Zi annotated are not so obscure as long as they are understood from his starting point.
It’s difficult to understand. In fact, since Zhu Pingan studied in Mongolia, the versions of the Four Books and Five Classics that Zhu Pingan has read are not only Zhu Xi’s, but also annotated by others, but they are still the Four Books annotated by Zhu Xi. It makes sense to read them. If you consider his
As for the character, it is even more interesting to read.
It is interesting to imagine that an old man who moaned all day about preserving the natural principles and destroying human desires was impeached by the imperial censor for seducing a nun into a concubine and collecting the ashes of his daughter-in-law. Perhaps there is an element of Zhu Xi being persecuted by his political enemies, but it seems that many people think that Zhu Xi is a human being
Her character was very poor. After all, given Zhu Xi's status at the time, no one should have filed a false complaint, and Master Zhu also admitted that he took the nun as his concubine.
Therefore, the more you look at the Four Books and Five Classics annotated by Zhu Xi, the more interesting it becomes.
Zhu Ping'an was sitting on the bank of the lake, lost in thought. Suddenly he felt a chill on his forehead. He looked up and saw that the sky was already gloomy.
It seems to be raining.
While the rain was still not heavy, Zhu Ping'an collected the books and put them in his schoolbag, then walked to the inn with the black board under his arm.
In the lobby of the inn, I ordered a plate of side dishes, a plate of soy sauce beef, two steamed buns, and a bowl of rice porridge. Then I found a seat by the window and waited for the waiter to bring breakfast. It was raining heavily outside, and there was also
It was windy, and from time to time there would be wind and raindrops beating against the paper windows. The lobby of the inn seemed a little boring, so Zhu Pingan opened a corner of the window to let the wind and rain blow in.
"Sir, would you like to change seats?" When the waiter brought the breakfast ordered by Zhu Ping'an, he saw the wind blowing rain on the table and asked.
"Don't bother, that's good." Zhu Pingan shook his head, he didn't mind the raindrops on the table, it could just relieve the dullness in the lobby.
"Master, please use it slowly."
When the waiter saw Zhu Pingan's insistence, he didn't say anything more and just placed the food further back to avoid the raindrops.
When Zhu Pingan was having a delicious meal, he heard a burst of chaotic footsteps outside. He looked up and saw a countryman staggering in. When he saw Zhu Pingan eating in the lobby, he ran away as if he had seen a savior.
come over.
"Brother An, come on, come with me to Zuijun Tower." The villager couldn't help but said, and pulled Zhu Ping'an out with the steamed bun still stuffed in his mouth.
"Uncle Wang, what's going on?" Zhu Ping'an didn't react for a while.
"Just follow me and you will know. Hurry, hurry up." The native pulled Zhu Ping'an and started to walk out of the inn.
"Wait a minute, I haven't paid for the meal yet." Zhu Pingan said, taking out a handful of copper coins from his arms and waving in the direction of the shop assistant.
"Brother An, hurry up and stop counting." The villagers couldn't help but urge. Seeing that Zhu Pingan still wanted to count the money and hand it to the shop assistant, they couldn't help but put all the money in Zhu Pingan's hand into the shop assistant's hand, and then
Regardless of whether the money was more or less, he took Zhu Ping'an and rushed out of the inn, facing the wind and rain and walking in one direction.
"Uncle Wang, what's going on?" Zhu Ping'an was dragged away in the wind and rain. He couldn't help asking again, what's the matter? He's so anxious that he won't even let him go back to get an umbrella. This will turn into a drowned rat.
Already.
"I don't have time to talk anymore. You'll know when you get to Zuijun Tower. If we hurry up, your uncle will still be waiting." The villager surnamed Wang didn't bother to explain the reason to Zhu Pingan in detail, and he panted heavily without pausing.
Yes, he pulled Zhu Ping'an and walked forward.
Well
Could it be that the uncle caused trouble in Zuijun Tower?
Zuijun Tower, why does this name sound so weird? It couldn't be some kind of fireworks place.
Under the urging of the villagers, Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to run with his schoolbag across his body and a black wooden board under his arm. The clothes on his body were all wet by the rain, and it felt uncomfortable to stick to his body. At this time, the temperature was still a little low, and it was getting worse.
I felt wet, cold and uncomfortable all over.
Why do I feel that the distance is a bit far, and this place seems to be a bit remote, I am more and more sure that Zuijun Tower is not a good place. The uncle is also serious about taking the hard-earned money of the family and taking the exam, so you should prepare carefully
I tried the review school, but I still followed others to enjoy poetry, wine, and tea.
Passing through an alley, you can see rows of high eaves and low walls in front of you in the rain curtain, and the stone road splashes with water and extends into the distance.
This row of high eaves and low walls is extremely lively, with people coming and going, and sedan chairs constantly coming and going.
The closer she got, the pungent fragrance in the air became stronger and stronger. The wind and rain brought the woman's soft or crisp laughter, and she dragged herself to the villagers. At this moment, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was raining, there were several women in front of the high eaves and low walls, holding antique paper umbrellas, smiling in the wind and rain to welcome every visitor. Looking at the loose and baggy dresses they wore on purpose, I couldn't help but smile.
And with the charming and charming expression on her face, she knew that her guess was definitely right, this was indeed a place of fireworks.
Zuijun Tower, you must be drunk in the gentle countryside!
Looking at the way the locals walk into Zuijun Tower with ease, you can tell that they are all regular visitors here.
Preparing for college exams?
You are joking about the college exams like this, no wonder you failed the exams time and time again.
(Going through the school departure procedures today, I’m late, sorry)