The bamboo forest is surrounded by clouds and mist...
A black sandalwood desk is placed in the middle of the bamboo forest. The antique ink inkstone exudes the faint fragrance of ink. There are two jade lions on both sides of the left and right sides of the raw rice paper, guarding the blank space in the middle, and the pen holder is hanging from each other.
A young man, wearing a white shirt and white casual pants, stood silently in front of the desk, staring at the paper, and following his uncle's instructions, he first checked whether the four treasures in the study were ready...
A middle-aged man, with a kind smile on his face, suddenly appeared in this ethereal place, looking at the young man in front of him with pity, and asked softly: "Tell uncle, what are the four treasures of the study..."
The boy said with bright eyes and smiled: "Brush, ink, paper, ink... and special reference to Zhuge Pen, Li Yangui Ink, Chengxintang Paper, Wuyuan Longwei Ink, Jiangxi Province... and special reference to Hu Pen, Hui Ink, Xuan Paper, Duan Ink
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When the middle-aged man listened to this, he nodded with a smile and appreciation. When he reached out to touch the ink inkstone, he explained lightly: "As the saying goes, reading is real, you can grind ink and calm your skills. When grinding ink, twist the ink ingot and calm your heart.
, the energy is stable, and you can write later to condense the energy and calm the spirit... You should know that in this world, you sometimes need to think twice before you act, sometimes you need to be as fierce as a tiger and as sharp as an arrow... But this is not
It means that you don’t need to weigh or find direction in your heart, time is the most powerful tool we have.”
After he finished speaking, he picked up the boy's hand, held the ink ingot next to the ink ink in the center, and explained slowly: "Holding the ingot is like writing, it must be stable, round, and moderate, no matter how much you are writing
Emotional poems or descriptions of passionate landscape paintings, we must maintain a normal mentality. When doing things, we have positive and negative sides. We must either succeed or succeed or fail. People who understand the essence of life must understand that these two forces are connected...
That is, Zhou Yu revives the beginning, the same is true for success and failure... I look down on success and failure and win or lose, and have a broad mind in my heart, and can accommodate all kinds of things in the world. This is the king of kings..."
"King of Kings?" The boy's eyes flashed, and he recited these four words!
"Does Haoran want to be an emperor?" The middle-aged man looked at him with a loving smile.
"I don't want to!" the boy said directly.
"Oh? Then what do you want to do?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
The boy's eyes flashed, but he suddenly didn't think of what he could do in the future.
"The king of kings does not mean being an emperor, but whether he can swallow the heaven and earth and accept all things!!" the middle-aged man said to him with a smile.
"Swallow the heaven and earth, accept all things?" The boy read these two words strangely. Although he couldn't understand, he felt extremely imposing!!
"Look. The middle-aged man smiled and held the boy's shoulder, letting him look at the beautiful green bamboo in front of him. At this moment, there were still clouds and mists. What dripped was the crystal dewdrops from last night, and he explained solemnly and meaningfully: "Look, look, look,
Looking at the pale white sky in front of you, the vivid green bamboo, the lingering clouds and mist, there is vitality everywhere, isn’t it beautiful?”
When the boy heard this, although he could not understand the scenery of life, he still liked this place very much and nodded.
"But..." the middle-aged man smiled and explained: "The sky dedicated itself to the birds, the green bamboo dedicated itself to the forest, the cloud mist dedicated itself to the beautiful scenery, and the four treasures of the study dedicated themselves to Haoran...
Then what will Haoran give to this world?”
The boy listened to this and didn't understand it for a moment, thinking about this question...
"Have you thought about it?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile on his face.
"Then what should I do?" the boy raised his head seriously and asked his uncle.
"You should think clearly about what you got from this world..." the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"……………” The boy stared at the bright eyes and thought about this question very seriously.
The middle-aged man led the boy into thinking, and then smiled and said, "Your life is given by your parents. Do you want to be filial to your parents?" 13acv.
"Yeah!" the boy nodded.
"Your happy time is given by your friends. Do you want to use friendship to repay your friends?" He asked the little boy in front of him with a smile.
"Yes!!" the boy nodded.
"Okay... Then your knowledge is given by the teacher, so do you have to respect the teacher?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile again.
"Yes!!" The boy nodded even more solemnly!!
"Everything you have now is created by employees of Dad's company for you. So do you want to repay their hardships?" the middle-aged man asked again.
"Yes!!" the boy nodded again.
The middle-aged man listened to this, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "So your happy time every day is the people around you or the beautiful scenery, which is given to you... Then you give some and repay the people around you.
, with the beautiful scenery around you... Should this be?"
"Should!!" the boy nodded again.
"What if one day, dad and uncle are old and have no way to manage the world anymore?" the middle-aged man asked again with a smile.
"Take up the responsibility and repay them!!" The boy raised his head and looked at him and said with a smile.
"So..." The middle-aged man smiled and held the boy's shoulder, letting him face the beautiful scenery in front of him, and said quietly: "The so-called swallowing heaven and earth and accepting all things is just two words..."
"What?" the boy asked strangely.
"Understand..." The middle-aged man flashed his eyes, looked forward with a smile, and said with a sigh.
"Understand?" the boy asked in confusion.
"Yes! Understand..." The middle-aged man gently held the boy's shoulder with his hands and said quietly: "Haoran is still young now, so his shoulders cannot be too heavy. All things in the world must first know how to dedicate two words, because
Everything you have comes from the dedication of others to you... If you know how to contribute, then your life will be rewarded all the time..."
"Really?" the boy asked in confusion.
"Well..." the middle-aged man nodded with a smile.
"Young Master!! The master told you to go back quickly and go to the conference hall with Young Master Tianlei!" Maid Li walked over quickly and said anxiously.
Lin Wu's dress was swaying. When the boy heard this, he immediately lowered his head a little unhappy.
"Oh!" The middle-aged man raised his hand slightly and said with a smile: "As young, don't contact these sinister things too early. Zhuge Liang criticized his son because he was precocious, so he could not become a great man.
The enthusiasm and innocence of life will help him to break through the wind and waves in the future, be brave and fearless. From today on, I will say my orders. Haoran will not come to the company to listen to some inexplicable things..."
The boy looked at his uncle in surprise and shouted, "Really?"
"Well..." The middle-aged man nodded with a serious and smiling face.
"That's great, great!! Can I go to practice piano, swim, and ride a horse?" the boy asked happily again!!
"Yes! As long as you like, enjoy life with your heart and enjoy your hobbies, but you have to remember that when you are studying, study with your heart, play with your heart, and play with your heart, neither of them should go too far..." The middle-aged man
Say laugh again.
"Yeah!!" the boy said happily.
"Remember that poem to my uncle..." said the middle-aged man with a smile.
"Okay!!" The boy smiled happily, opened his mouth and said, "If, everyone around him loses his mind and blames it on you, but you can stay awake, if, everyone doubts you, and you
But you can be as confident as usual and understand their doubts about you... If you dare to pile up all the chips you won in life, take a risk, but lose everything, and then start from scratch and never give up, if you
The exhausted spirit and body can still obey your only remaining will and tell yourself to persevere..."
The tender childish voice floats from this beautiful green bamboo scenery, carrying the primitive courage and fearlessness of life.
The middle-aged man stared at the boy in front of him deeply, and said quietly in his heart: Haoran, you are the future successor of the world. You must be clearer than anyone else. In your heart, you have to hold the millions of employees.
Ideals and futures, so your path is not easy to walk, but uncle is willing to help you with your help and break the wind and waves. In the future, you must have bright eyes, start with understanding, and be as good as a mirror in order to swallow mountains and rivers.
From that time on, this middle-aged man always accompanied the boy who would have to take on heavy responsibilities in the future, taught him the principles of dealing with people, taught him to concentrate his energy and calm his spirit, grind his pen and write, and then accompanied him to read at night on the lamp, resting in the boy.
Later, his deep eyes showed the light of wisdom, and he annotated today's brush calligraphy and other homework for him. He even stood in the kitchen like his father, making food for him, and educating him that food is the foundation of human life.
Therefore, we must respect the person who cooks food, lead him to remote mountainous areas, and educate him about a carrot buried deep in the ground. It is a color of ecstasy for some people's lives. Food is to eat it,
Can teach it...
Since then, under the guidance of my uncle, this boy has a complete and pleasant childhood, a heart that is dedicated to understanding, and when he travels with his uncle, he has seen the hardships and experiences of some people when he has traveled to remote mountainous areas with his uncle.
,The insights of life and his growth reflect perfect levels and depth. His figure gradually tilted, his arms became thicker, and when he looked up at the sun and smiled, his eyes were bright, charming and wise, until he was eighteen years old.
The boy who made his uncle the second father finally grew up. On Father's Day, he held a bouquet of carnations in his hand and prepared to give it to the old man who gave his thoughts and wisdom in his life, but heard the news of his death...
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Early that morning, he vaguely remembered that the morning light was golden and fell on the carnations planted for his uncle. His eyes were filled with tears. Before he could be sad, he remembered that in a stormy valley, the old man hugged his small but cringed
My body, squatting under the clothes raised in the rain, and my deep eyes looked at the scenery of the mountains and forests in the distance, revealing my firm and fearless eyes...
The young man who cried for three days and three nights once lost his direction of life because he lost his godfather, but how could the teachings he devoted so much to the end of his life dissipate in the wind? It has long been portrayed in the years and condensed in the young man.
In his life, he inherited his uncle's dream since then, and indeed took on a great responsibility, and also broke through the wind and waves, creating legendary stories around the world...
A Parker Fighter rushed to the mountain road in prison!!
Zhuang Haoran tightened the steering wheel nervously and excitedly, stepped on the accelerator, and let the car spray away. His eyes trembled with tears. Thinking of Leng Mohan's words just now, his uncle was not dead, he was not dead... he was not dead... why all
Everyone in the world wants to lie to me? Why? His eyes blinked quickly, endured the tears of life, and made the car brake in front of the prison gate. He endured his trembling and excited body, and raised his head in shock.
Looking at the high gray wall like steel, a dizzy feeling in his head and a heartache that seemed to be cracked. He pushed open the car door heavily, staggered out of the car, and rushed to the prison-prison-
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