Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Second Sun Gate Standing Bamboo
After lunch, Zhu Pingan carried a jar of Zhuangyuanhong, tied a bag of new tea and a box of donkey-hide gelatin together with a red rope, carried them together, and walked slowly towards Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying soil moisture.
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Zhu Ping'an visited his mentor in Shanghe Village. He brought Zhuangyuanhong and new tea to his mentor, and Ajiao gave it to his wife. Time flies so fast. It has been a long time since he left Xiahe last time.
Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are only separated by a river, and we soon arrived at my mentor’s house in Shanghe Village. As usual, the door of my mentor’s house is open, so you can walk in directly.
Entering the courtyard, Zhu Pingan was about to whisper to his mentor, so that he and his wife would know someone was coming. Before he could speak, Zhu Pingan discovered that his mentor, Old Master Sun, was taking a nap on the stone table in the yard.
It's the clump of green bamboo in the yard. The breeze stirs the bamboo leaves, dyeing them with the fragrance of bamboo, giving them a bit of nobility.
There is a pot of tea on the stone table, as well as a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. On the rice paper is an unfinished picture of wind bamboo. The bamboo has been painted but has not yet been inscribed. My teacher has always liked bamboo, so he drew this picture of wind bamboo and has not yet finished it.
The person who wrote the inscription fell asleep, probably while he was contemplating the inscription.
His mentor, Master Sun, was old. Zhu Pingan couldn't bear to disturb Master Sun's rest. He didn't know whether Old Master Sun was sleeping deeply or shallowly. He was afraid that the sound of footsteps would disturb Master Sun's rest, so Zhu Pingan stopped and stayed quiet in the yard.
Standing and waiting quietly for Mr. Sun to wake up from his nap.
Standing in the yard, with the gentle breeze blowing, and quietly looking at his mentor who was taking a break, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but think of the days when he was a child, when he was herding cows and attending classes.
"You are a playboy, would you like to learn from me?"
"It doesn't matter, I won't accept your restraint, Master."
"Why, don't you want to?"
Old Master Sun's words that day rang in my ears from time to time, and the scenes in the past when Old Master Sun was admitted to the school couldn't help but come to mind.
It is easy to find a teacher, but it is difficult to find a responsible and qualified teacher. Fortunately, I was lucky and met Mr. Sun. Having a good teacher can save you a lot of detours. Mr. Sun is such a teacher. Mr. Sun is
A teacher who is truly ethical and talented is a true teacher who teaches, imparts knowledge and resolves doubts.
There are some modern teachers who molest little girls at every turn, as well as those in universities who use the excuses of "revising papers", "exams, postgraduate entrance examinations, PhD entrance examinations", "do you want to make progress", "evaluating scholarships", "introducing jobs", etc.
There is no comparison between the beast-like disciples who tirelessly beat up students and Master Sun.
Oh, I remembered again, it seems that some people who defend these "calling beasts" say this: pay more attention to the academics of teachers and less to the private lives of teachers.
Damn it! Being a teacher by example to others means setting an example for others to learn from in terms of character and knowledge. This is a teacher! You are good at academics, so go ahead with your academics. You are not qualified to be a teacher!
Forget it, I won’t say any more off topic.
The breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and I don't know how much time passed.
Crunch…
There was a slight knock on the door, and the door to the main room of the master's house opened. The sleepy wife walked out of the room, carrying an iron kettle in her hand, probably to fetch water and boil water in the yard.
After the mistress opened the door, she saw Old Master Sun taking a nap on the stone table. She was not surprised at all. The old man liked bamboo and sometimes liked to take a lunch break in front of this bamboo bush. She was used to it.
But the next second, the master's wife felt as if she was dazzled, why did she see the old man's beloved disciple Zihou standing in the yard.
He rubbed his eyes, looked again, and then made sure that he was not dazzled. The person standing like a log in the yard was none other than Zhu Ping'an.
When Zhu Ping'an saw his wife going out, he smiled honestly and bowed to his wife from a distance. When he saluted, he also signaled to his wife that his teacher was resting and it was inconvenient for him to salute aloud. He hoped that she would forgive her.
At this time, the wife understood that Zhu Ping'an was standing there like a log because he was worried about disturbing the old man's sleep. Judging from the fallen leaves on his shoulders and head, this silly boy must have been standing here for a long time.
Why is this stupid boy so stupid? His legs are sore after standing for so long. What should he do if he breaks his stance? Really, the old man won't lose any weight if he doesn't sleep for a while.
Happy, but even more distressed.
So, without saying a word, the wife went to wake up Old Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here."
Seeing this, Zhu Pingan touched his nose and smiled helplessly.
"You silly boy, why are you still standing there? Come and sit down, you've been standing there for so long." After the wife called Old Master Sun, she waved to Zhu Pingan and asked Zhu Pingan to come over and sit for a while.
"Well, Zihou is here."
After being woken up by his wife, Master Sun shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhu Ping'an who was standing in the yard.
"What's coming? It's been here for a long time. I was afraid of waking you up, so I just stood there when I entered the yard." The teacher's wife scolded.
Zi is thick, extremely thick! There are few people who respect their teachers and respect their principles. Compared with Cheng Menlixue, he does not make too many concessions.
After listening to his wife's words, Old Master Sun was deeply touched. He first touched his beard and looked at Zhu Pingan and nodded repeatedly, praising Zhu Pingan even more. Then he shook his head and reached out to ask Zhu Pingan to come and sit down. "Next time, just call me.
Just wake me up."
"Teacher, Master." Zhu Ping'an came over, stood in front of Old Master Sun and Master, and saluted and said hello again.
It is true that after standing for a long time, my legs were a little sore. I didn’t feel much while standing. When I walked, I felt that my legs were a little out of control. However, Zhu Pingan overcame it and did not show it at all, so as not to worry the master and his wife.
Think about it, there is always a simple and honest smile on your face.
"Okay, stop saluting and sit down quickly." The wife pulled Zhu Pingan's clothes and pulled Zhu Pingan to sit on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun.
"Thank you, Master." Zhu Pingan thanked Master after sitting down.
"You kid, why are you so polite? Sit down and talk, you master and disciple can chat slowly." The master smiled and shook her head, then stood up with a kettle, ready to go to the water tank to get a pot of water and then put it on the charcoal stove to boil the water.
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"Sit down, come and see how this bamboo painting looks like."
Master Sun saw that Zhu Pingan wanted to get up and help his wife pour water, so he stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, indicating that Zhu Pingan did not need to go over to help, and asked Zhu Pingan to sit down and take a look at the wind bamboo picture he had drawn before taking a break.
As he spoke, Old Master Sun pointed at the wind bamboo picture spread out on the stone table and pressed down with a ruler.
Zhu Ping'an cast his eyes on the picture of wind bamboo, and saw strange rocks standing on the rice paper, a clear and shallow pond, and several poles of wind bamboo. Master Sun used thick and light ink to outline several poles of bamboo on the bank of the pool, with tall and straight branches.
The leaves are lush, either upward or downward, interspersed with front and back, the breeze blows, and the feeling of swaying bamboos is vividly displayed on the paper. If you look carefully, you will find that Master Sun also used pen and ink to outline several clusters of bamboo shoots under the wind bamboos, and the vigorous vitality emerges from the rice paper.