Reflections after reading Liang Heng's "Pat the Railings All Over"

After reading a famous book, I believe everyone has a lot to share, so you might as well sit down and write down your thoughts after reading it. Maybe you have no clue now. Below is a sample essay (selected 9 essays) that I carefully compiled after reading Liang Heng's "Photographing the Railing All Over". It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Thoughts after reading Liang Heng's "Patting All Over the Railings" 1

Liang Heng's character prose has always been outstanding, and every sentence of description and comment seems to be written directly into the reader's heart. Every article written by ancient literati and modern figures has a tragic meaning. In particular, the prose "Patting All Over the Railings" describing Xin Qiji is an amazing work.

Xin Qiji is a tragic figure: "Xin Qiji's words were not written with a pen, but carved with knives and swords." He is a patriotic poet, capable of both literary and military skills. Righteous. He had no choice but not to be appreciated by the court. "Who can understand the grief and anger of a wanderer like him, who is actually a prodigal who has subjugated his country?" In his later years, he no longer had the opportunity to serve his country on the battlefield, so he had to "beat the railings all over the place, but no one would understand." "Liang Heng also expressed emotion at the end of the article: "He spent most of his life feeling abandoned and helpless. Those in power did not allow him to become an official, but prepared a negative environment for him to temper his thoughts and art. It has been steamed and sun-dried, boiled and fried, and tempered over and over again.”

In today’s society, there are many people who pride themselves on their talents, but when they are not appreciated, they use Xin Qiji’s “shooting all over the railing” to feel sorry for themselves. They waste their youth and passion in decadence and achieve nothing in the end.

I have a classmate who used to like writing novels very much. He submitted several manuscripts but was never accepted. After suffering several setbacks, he came to me and confided: "It's so unfair. Why doesn't anyone appreciate my articles? Why is my talent always buried?" His expression was like a thousand-mile horse that cannot find Bole, and his eyebrows were furrowed. There was a hint of sadness and anger, as if the whole world was sorry for him. I burst into laughter and tried to enlighten him: "You don't have to be too discouraged, just be yourself." He did not continue his "career". Once someone mentioned literary writing to him, he would shake his head and feel sorry for himself. But he never wrote again.

There are many such people around us. He always shirks his responsibilities to others and never works tirelessly for his own dreams. This is very different from the passionate Xin Qiji: Xin Qiji has made clear his life goals since he was a child. He encountered setbacks during this period, but he never gave up. Even though his talent was not appreciated, he still became a famous poet of his generation. Liang Heng also mentioned at the end of the article: "He didn't want to be a poet, but the road to martial arts and politics was blocked, and history forced him to become a poet. Finally, he was trained to the point where he could even sigh and write a good poem. ”

We are still young and there are still many good opportunities waiting for us. If you give up on yourself early and use your youth just to "take pictures of the railings", it is better to calm down and move forward steadily towards your dreams. Thoughts after reading "Pat the Railing All Over" by Liang Heng 2

During the May Day holiday, I had the honor to read Mr. Liang Heng's prose "Pat the Railing All Over". Come to think of it, it's not too early to read Mr. Liang Heng's articles. With his pious writing of "one article a year", he has brought a different kind of text to prose creation and has also brought "crafted prose" that can be regarded as a "model" to many friends. ". "Patting the Railings All Over" made me intoxicated and couldn't put it down. Through this article, I truly understood Xin Qiji's life full of pride and desolation.

Although I have known Xin Qiji for a long time, my understanding of him is only that of a famous poet and a patriotic general with unfulfilled ambitions, but my heart has never been stirred by him. Mr.'s article not only allowed me to re-read Xin Qiji's words, but also to experience Xin Qiji again, and thus truly understood Xin Qiji, who was so tragic and heart-stirring, and so persistent that it made people heartache. In the teacher's writings, he really stood in front of me, a battlefield hero, with the ambition to "enclose the wolf and live in Xu", and the passion to win a reputation for the king during and after his death. However, reality has shattered all of this. . After the patriotic general Xin Qiji returned to the south, he immediately lost his sword and sword in his hand, and only had a soft brush left. He no longer had the chance to run to the battlefield, with blood splattered on his shirt. He could only "look up to the sky like Qu Yuan, like *** The work was so angry and incompetent." He sighed, "I think back then, when I was fighting with an iron horse, I was as angry as a tiger." The pen was like a dragon and a snake, and the rice paper was filled with tears. His words were not written with a pen, but carved with knives and swords; his words were not written with ink, but smeared with blood and tears. "Looking at Wu Gou, photographing the railings all over", facing the river, looking at Chang'an, and climbing dangerous buildings - he spent his whole life waiting for an opportunity to fight on the battlefield again and serve the country. "But who can understand that a wanderer like him actually has the grief and anger of a prodigal whose country has been subjugated?" He originally wanted to pledge himself to the country and shed tears in the desert, but now he has no energy and ambition to use. The only option was to climb up to the dangerous building and slap the railing painfully. The river is long, like the sigh of the poet, buried in the long river of history... From the poem, I can transcend history and understand Jiaxuan's state of mind at that time, which I have never experienced before. After all, history has long been covered with too many colors and exaggerations, and Mr. Liang Heng opened a window for me with his rich imagination and profound understanding, allowing me to see a "300 years of turbulence in the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties." Xin Qiji is a battlefield hero and patriotic general who is "unique" among literati and has a "unique status" in history. He photographed the railings all over the place.

Cover the book and think deeply, chewing again and again. If he didn't have profound knowledge and profound and broad thoughts, how could Mr. Liang Heng have derived so many insights from it? The philosophical sentences in the article "Pat the Railing All Over" are like a clear spring refreshing the heart, and the Jia Xuan painted in the pen is looming with every frown and smile. Therefore, in the infinite affection that Mr. Liang Heng injects between the lines, I can truly feel his sympathy and regret for the poet. I think if Jiaxuan were still alive, he would also have the same feeling as Bai Letian did at that time: "Who will cry the most in the audience, Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt will be wet". Of course, there is also the lingering regret about why my best friend was born a thousand years later. When I read this article, sometimes I admired its wonderful strokes, and sometimes I savored the philosophy of life in the ordinary. It is true that "there is a true meaning in it, and I have forgotten to argue." Thoughts after reading "Pat the Railing All Over" by Liang Heng 3

This holiday, I read a collection of essays "Pat the Railing All Over" written by the modern Chinese writer Liang Heng. After reading it, I put down the book and I Suddenly I felt a lot of feelings.

In an era when prose writing is overwhelming, in an era when prose writing has no "royal method", in an era when prose writing has become a word carnival and sleep talking for many writers and writers? Mr. Liang Heng, with his pious writing of "one article a year", brought a different kind of text to prose creation, and also brought us "skillful prose" that can be regarded as a "model". It is not difficult to understand why Mr. Liang Heng has become the most "living" writer whose works have been included in Chinese textbooks.

Some people say that reading is a dialogue, a communication between readers and authors. To achieve such a dialogue, the first thing is for the author to open up. People who are unwilling to show their true temperament cannot have a heart-to-heart exchange with readers, and they cannot make readers appreciate and move them with their hearts. As Yu Hua said: "A real writer always writes only for his heart." Therefore, in addition to "rational interests", what must be mentioned is the infinite affection that Mr. Wang injects into his articles and between the lines.

After reading the collection of essays "Patting the Railings All Over", I think some of the sentences in it made me feel a lot: "Xin Qiji's words were not written with a pen, but carved with knives and swords ", knives and swords are tools used to fight forward on the battlefield. They are bound to carry the memory of bloody storms and are for murderous intent; at the same time, they will also carry the galloping force of gold and iron horses, which is for the majestic force. Others use a pen to write lyrics, and the power only reaches the back of the paper. Xin Qiji also uses a pen to write lyrics, but it is a true portrayal of knives and swords. In the place closest to the war, the feelings are deeply engraved into the memory of life and history. go. "Look at the 'hardship', 'sourness', 'sadness', and 'spiciness', they are really all internally destroyed. There are many sweet things in the world and the ambition to be successful, but why is it always not his turn? Either he was Idle,

Or else it is mobilized like a revolving door." Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. Is the name "Xin Qiji" not a good medicine for this country? However, not everyone likes the bitter taste. Xin Qiji's ambitions always hit the wall in the face of reality. The bitter medicine has no place for him to apply it, so he swallows the bitter water in his heart and endures it alone. "He has a heart that can't let go of the country and the nation, can't contain it, is bigger than the sky, and is hotter than the sky; he has an energy that he has been practicing for a long time, can't hold it back, and can't use it up. He doesn't care about "losing his waist with five buckets of rice". "Not afraid of the outpouring of slander." The expression format is: "It won't be steamed, boiled, beaten, or stir-fried." It reminds people of Guan Hanqing's determination to never look back.

Ever since I read the prose, I have begun to like it, its beautiful sentences and special content. However, after I read the collection of essays "Patting the Railings All Over", I have no idea about it. The prose has a different feeling.

Perhaps, in the eyes of some people, Liang Heng’s prose is too demanding and affects its free spirit and limits its free expression, but this does not affect our love for it, because we The writing of middle school students must first be standardized before they can truly move toward freedom. Thoughts after reading "Pat the Railing All Over" by Liang Heng 4

During this winter vacation, I had the honor to read "Pat the Railing All Over" by Mr. Liang Heng. When I first saw this title, I already had a lot of doubts in my mind: Photograph all over the railing? What kind of railing are you shooting? How to shoot? With this confusion, I started my reading.

As I read the scroll, I was deeply attracted by the magical words. I read greedily. "Pat the Railing All Over" made me intoxicated and couldn't put it down. Through this article, I truly understood Xin Qiji's life full of pride and desolation.

The Chu sky is thousands of miles clear, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. At the sunset above the building, amid the sound of broken bells, a wanderer from the south of the Yangtze River looked at Wu Gou and patted the railings, but no one noticed. ——Xin Qiji's "Water Dragon Song"

Although I knew Xin Qiji before, my understanding of Xin Qiji was limited to a famous poet and a patriotic general with unfulfilled ambitions, but that was all. That’s it. But in the works of Teacher Liang Heng, I not only re-read Xin Qiji's works, but also made me get to know Xin Qiji again.

In Mr. Liang Heng’s writings, he really stood in front of me, a battlefield hero with the ambition to “enclose the wolf and live in Xu”, and to win a reputation for the king both before and after him. of blood. But reality ruthlessly broke all this. After Xin Qiji returned south, he immediately lost the steel sword and green sword in his hand, and only the soft brush remained. He no longer had the opportunity to run on the battlefield and fight bloody battles.

His words were not written with a pen, but carved with knives and swords; his words were not written with ink, but smeared with blood and tears.

After reading Mr. Liang Heng’s collection of essays, I finally understood the meaning of photographing the railings all over. The phrase "pat the railings all over" comes from Xin Qiji's "Shui Long Yin". Wang Pizhi of the Song Dynasty recorded in "Mianshui Yan Tan Lu" that Liu Mengjie, who was "at odds with the world", often stood quietly by the railings, thinking about worldly affairs and sighing alone. Or slap the railing with your hands. There is a poem that says: "Studying has delayed me for forty years, and I have been drunk several times and slapped the railing." Therefore, "beating all over the railing" often means tapping the railing to vent the unspeakable depression and anguish in the heart. The author believes that the most appropriate title for Xin Qiji's statue is "Photograph all over the railings." In the deafening sound of the poet slapping the railing all over, we can read Xin Qiji's real complex mood: dissatisfaction, resentment, anxiety, chagrin, impatience, waiting, longing...

"Hold the Railing" The author of "Pai Bei" creates for us the image of Xin Qiji, a powerful but ill-fated patriotic poet, and reveals the process and reasons of how Xin Qiji changed from a patriot to a patriotic poet. At the same time, I also deeply felt Xin Qiji's surging passion. Thoughts after reading Liang Heng's "Patting All Over the Railings" 5

This book can be said to be the one I have read for the longest time. Maybe it is because it contains many unrelated stories, or maybe it is because the book contains many unrelated stories. It's because this kind of prose-style article does not arouse a high sense of reading. However, there is one characteristic of me. Whether it is a book or a TV show, once I start it, I must finish it. So, while traveling during the summer vacation, I read this book on the train.

At first, I didn’t quite understand what “shooting the railings all over” meant. Later I learned that this was one of the articles and was included in junior high school textbooks. Many of Liang Heng's articles have been included in junior high school textbooks, and many leaders even invited him to travel and write articles because his "Jinci" made this scenic spot famous. Maybe it's true. We know "Shuanglong Cave", "Sanwei Bookstore", "Guilin" and so on.

This book is divided into four units, the first unit is "Reading Great Men", the second unit is "Understanding Life", the third unit is "Enjoying Nature", and the fourth unit is "Walking Life".

Thousands of emotions and sorrows, singing all the way through the wind and rain. Open Liang Heng's collection of essays "Photographing the Railings All Over". The first article is "Photographing the Railings All Over", which is taken from Xin Qiji's "Water Dragon Song": "... After looking at Wu Gou, photographing the railings all over, no one will understand." This article made me understand it again. Xin Qiji, who was known as "a great poet among men and a dragon among poets", began to understand this great poet on horseback.

"I read the sword while I was drunk, lighting up the lamp, and dreamed of blowing the trumpets in the camp, my subordinates were burning eight hundred miles apart, and the sound of fifty strings beating outside the Great Wall..." What kind of scene is that? The sound of killings was loud, the drums were beating, the swords, guns, swords and halberds, the fighting and the iron horses... I seemed to have returned to the war era when the flags covered the sun and the dust was flying. In front of the enemy's battlefield, he was like an eagle soaring high in the sky, carrying an extremely firm ideal, fighting bravely in the shadow of swords and swords... However, God did not fulfill his wishes, and now he has no strength and no strength. If you have a voice and a patriotism, where can you use it? Only by slapping the railing can I vent my depression and anger.

"The true nature of a poet is a warrior, and the true nature of a warrior is a politician." This is the writer Liang Heng's evaluation of Xin Qiji, and it is also a vivid portrayal of Xin Qiji's life. Liang Heng outlined Xin Qiji's life experience with eight Xin poems. From a unique perspective, he shows us an unusual first man in history who was born in the military, started with martial arts, and ended up with literature.

From "the troops are ordered in autumn on the battlefield" to "the cool weather brings a good autumn", Xin Qiji could only rely on his pen to sway the dragon and snake, shed tears on the rice paper, dipped in blood and tears to compose a song "unprecedented and unprecedented". A pungent word for "Comer". "Like Qu Yuan, he looked up to the sky, and he was like the workers who were angry and ignorant." He knew in his heart that even if he slapped the railings all over, he would not be able to change the current situation of the country. All we can do is look at it and cry out loudly. The heart-breaking grief and indignation echoed in the heaven and earth, and the heroic and uninhibited soul of poetry floated in the world.

Some people praised him as "a master of Jiaxuan, a hero among people, and a dragon among Ci". His fame is "like the collision of the earth's large plates. Sometimes he was caught in the middle and felt tortured, and sometimes he was left aside and forced to think calmly. Therefore, the 300 years of turmoil in the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties gave rise to Xin Qiji."

Liang Heng said: "Su Shi's boldness only limited to 'the river goes eastward' and the vastness of the mountains and rivers'" and "a true poet can only gain insights and burn because of it when he is squeezed, distorted, and tempered by politics." , explosion, deafening and enlightening."

The article "Masters and Craftsmen" explains the difference between masters and craftsmen: "The craftsman is repeating, the master is creating." "The craftsman is at the practical level, and the master is at the theoretical level." "The craftsman is more simple, and the master is good at Comprehensive. "We are all teachers, and very few become masters. If we create more, learn more theoretical knowledge, and summarize more, we will definitely get closer to the master.

In "Random Thoughts on Books and People", the author quotes Herzen's words: "Books are advice from a dying old man to a young man who has just started to live... Races, groups, and countries have disappeared, but books But it remains. "Reading a book gives you freedom. The more books you read, the greater the freedom you gain.

Therefore, when a scholar reaches his later years, even if he is suffering from illness, his physical freedom is extremely small, but his mental freedom can reach the maximum. The spiritual world he created continues to exist even after his death. In ancient China, there was a debate between evil and good in human nature, but I say that people are initially stupid by nature, and it was only later that they relied on reading to resolve doubts and slowly gain wisdom. People who don't read can't understand the happiness of readers, just like people who don't leave home can't understand the mood of world travelers or moon landing people. Thoughts after reading "Patting All Over the Railings" by Liang Heng 6

Now that I have read Liang Heng's articles, I like to read his argumentative essays the most. I have always believed that no matter what kind of article I write, success can only be achieved if I convey my unique thoughts. Liang Heng's argumentative essay completely coincides with my evaluation criteria, and every sentence is plausive and convincing. Especially the article "How to Distinguish Vulgarity, Popularity and Elegance", the power of thinking is simply admirable. But what I actually want to present today are some of my thoughts after reading Mr. Liang’s articles.

After reading "The Power of Textbooks", I was surprised that the article "Jinci" actually affected so many students. I was even more surprised that I was not moved when I first read it - I even said, It feels nothing at all. When I read the third unit of this book, I also re-read the original text of "Jinci". It is indeed vivid and beautiful. But why didn’t I feel it when I first read this article?

I "thought" for a while, and I think there are two reasons:

The first is because the teacher did not teach well. Before class, our teacher showed photos of her own trip to Jinci Temple on the big screen. In the photos, Jinci Temple looked like a typical "Chinese-style scenic spot" with dense crowds of tourists and bustling vendors. When class started, the teacher introduced Jinci Temple to us on the big screen: "When I went there, there were small vendors inside and outside Jinci Temple. Oops, it was really a mess... Okay, let's read the article... Look here, the description How beautiful it is!" As everyone knows, we have already become bored with her description of Jinci Temple.

Maybe it’s because I have been determined to work in the education industry since I was a child, and I always like to think about how to become a good teacher. Now, the example of "Jinci" has brought me inspiration in this regard. I think as a teacher, the most important and difficult thing to achieve is to arouse students' interest in the content taught.

Although this is difficult to achieve, I think that we should at least create a beautiful atmosphere for students in the classroom and when teaching texts, and at least we should not destroy this atmosphere. Even if the reality is really skinny, we are not taking a social class. The Jinci Temple in the article is full of simple beauty. As a teacher, I think that what we should do is to restore the beauty of the "Jinci style" to the maximum extent for students, but we cannot use real-life situations to bring it into it hastily, which will destroy this unique beauty.

The second reason, selfishly, is that the textbooks are not well compiled. Not to mention the typesetting and illustrations, just the cutting of the articles in the textbook makes the antique Jinci Temple suddenly look inferior. I have always stubbornly believed that articles intended for careful reading should not cut any clauses or paragraphs. Reading the article is like watching the "beauty in the scene" (of course it is not "passable at a glance"). If you want to see whether a beauty is truly beautiful, of course you have to look at her without any modification! The beauty has affectionate eyebrows and a slender waist, but if you were given a slender waist, willowy eyebrows, and a round eyeball, there would be no sense of beauty at all!

I was too excited to say it, and it was a bit exaggerated. However, I feel that the article should not be cut, and a good article like "Jinci" should not be cut. If you are worried about the class time, even if the teachers skip these paragraphs with little knowledge, they should still reserve the students' right to appreciate all parts of this "beauty", regardless of beauty or ugliness. You see, in the original text of "Jinci", there are many allusions about stone statues and carvings. When I was reading, I was able to combine these allusions to "tour" Jinci. The trees, water, and stones all have stories. It becomes more vivid. However, these paragraphs were deleted from the text. Jinci Temple, which has lost its story, has become much thinner, so thin that there is only one page left.

"Before the rain, I saw the stamens among the flowers for the first time, but after the rain, there were no leaves and flowers at the bottom. Bees and butterflies came over the wall one after another, but they suspected that the spring beauty was in the neighbor's house." The cut articles are no longer flowers, so how can we not make us, a group of young and ignorant bees and butterflies, suspect that the real "spring beauty" of good articles lies outside the textbooks? Thoughts after reading "Pat the Railing All Over" by Liang Heng 7

"Pat the Railing All Over", what a poetic title, it comes from Xin Qiji's "The Song of the Water Dragon". The title of the poem makes people think of it: an unfulfilled poet patted his head gently in front of a row of quiet railings with complicated emotions.

After reading this article, you will first be moved by Xin Qiji’s spirit, and secondly, you will be impressed by the author’s words. Xin Qiji was born in the army and used force to start things, but it was his poetry that finally achieved great success, which is rare in history. His extraordinary experiences and strong patriotism allowed him to live a different life, and even allowed him to write an eternal masterpiece, which deeply impressed us.

Just like his "Broken Array", apart from Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" which can be compared with it, which other poet can write this battlefield scene of fighting and iron horses? Who can have such deep feelings like him?

A hero on the battlefield, with the ambition to "enclose the wolf and live in Xu", and the passion to "win the reputation during life and after death" for the king, but the reality has ruthlessly shattered all of this. After the patriotic general Xin Qiji returned south, he lost his steel sword and only had a soft brush. His pen moved quickly, his tears spilled on the rice paper, and he shouted over and over again, each one more tragic than the other. His heart for the country and the people was never lost. But all that was left was regretful sighs and helpless self-mockery.

So what? The weak and incompetent Southern Song government will never be a shield for Xin Qiji's steel sword, and it will never be able to suppress Xin Qiji's patriotism. Therefore, in his poems, even though there are lamentations, regrets, and self-mockery, what everyone remembers most are the scenes of him ordering troops on the battlefield and his glorious image of patriotism and love for the people.

In fact, ups and downs in life are normal. From Xin Qiji’s life, I saw a noble belief: the spirit of taking responsibility for oneself. It is this belief that gives him a strong spiritual support no matter what hardships he goes through in his life. It is also the source of support for him to study hard and practice hard to maintain integrity. If modern people can appreciate their true life value orientation from this point, and strive for their dreams all their lives, even if they fail, they will be heartbroken by the failure, and they will not regret their lifelong pursuit, because the power of faith is enough to make them spiritually Being comforted, I think this is the life in Xin Qiji's eyes.

I often think about how Xin Qiji persisted in his ideals and beliefs throughout his life, faced numerous obstacles, experienced various failures and frustrations, and was still able to hold on to the green seedling in his heart alone, waiting for the nourishment of the spring sunshine. , but what we waited for in the end was endless bitter rain. Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Now I will answer: worth it, worth it! In this society, we can see the light of hope in this society because there are millions of ordinary people like Xin Qiji who work hard and believe that they are waiting for a common ideal and remain unswerving even if they fail. Even if I have nothing now, even if I am extremely disappointed, even if I am looked down upon by others, as long as I have a dream in my heart, I firmly believe that I will succeed.

Watching "Photographing the Railings All Over" made me feel like I had returned to the war-torn era, and I could understand and feel Xin Qiji again. In front of me, a hero silently patted the railings. Thoughts after reading Liang Heng's "Patting All Over the Railings" 8

"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet all over the camp." Who climbed the dangerous building alone and patted the railings? "I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is very good, so I plan to go out on a boat!" Who, facing the scenic spots in Shuangxi, sighed and said: "It can't carry many sorrows!". "The sea accepts all rivers, and it is great to be tolerant. It stands on a wall with thousands of feet, and it is strong to have no desires." Who takes this couplet as his motto, facing the sky above and the people below, I will pursue my will and never change my original intention? Putting aside the leisurely feelings of flowers and plants, and discarding the so-called pretense of being profound, I was shocked by the history, which is truly profound and unforgettable!

The most refreshing thing for me is Xin Qiji. He is a general on the battlefield, and everyone knows that he has great ambitions and no way to serve his country. However, Liang Heng's Xin Qiji made me truly understand him as a tragic and persistent person.

He is willing to regain the lost ground for the king. He has a heart hotter than fire. He also has the experience of killing people single-handedly with a sharp sword. However, his time was wrong and he did not meet the Mingjun. At that time, the Southern Song Dynasty was in turmoil. He only wanted to maintain peace, not to regain the lost territory. He wanted to go to the battlefield, but he could only shed tears! He will never have a chance to fight on the battlefield again! He can only use pen, ink, and tears to splash rice paper; he can no longer splatter blood on his shirt! He could only look up to the sky and leave behind a series of tragic cries, regretful sighs, and helpless words for history, "What a pity it happened in vain!" He could only laugh at himself and shed tears. Even if he has strength and ambition, there is nowhere to put it. Only the river is long and tireless, like the poet's long sigh, silently flowing eastward.

“His lyrics are not written with ink, but smeared with blood and tears!” Mr. Liang Heng commented: “When we read his lyrics today, we always listen clearly. I saw a patriotic minister crying and confessing his love over and over again, but I could never forget the image of him leaning on the railing and looking into the distance in the sunset, "I dreamed of blood spilling in the desert, facing the river, looking at Chang'an, patting the railing, and crying." Flow...

In today's flashy and noisy era, we have lost the foolish king, but we have also lost the great man who truly sees through the world. You might as well think about it in the busyness, keep a peaceful and far-reaching heart, like Qiu Bai, like Lin Zexu, like Jiaxuan, stand up in history and preserve your heroic spirit. Thousands of years later, the majesty will still exist... ... Thoughts after reading Liang Heng's "Patting All Over the Railings" 9

Rely on the tranquility and hold a cup of fragrant tea. Bathed in the sunshine in the quiet afternoon, I gently cover the "Paper the Railings" and let my thoughts fly with history, recalling the past and looking at the present.

When the "ghost" of Trier landed in China, it was destined to be the birth of the Communist Party of China and the arrival of light. When we count the steps of time from prehistoric times and listen to the whisper of wind from eternity, we realize that in the years without the Party, those immigrant poets struggling in the smoke of history can only crawl in the darkness.

The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells. A patriotic general who originally planned to pledge his life to his country and wrap his body in horse leather, but the hero on the battlefield never had the chance to run on the battlefield, with blood splattered on his shirt. Instead, he could only write and write, and shed tears on the rice paper, with no use for him anymore. He is sad and angry, he is helpless, he beats his chest, and he cries. His national hatred, ambition to restore the country, and his masculine spirit were also looked down upon by his colleagues and abandoned by the court. Like Qu Yuan, he looked up to the sky, and he was like an angry worker. He faced the river, looked at Chang'an, climbed dangerous buildings, and patted the railings, all he could do was shed tears. But his tears were unable to wash away the dark colors in the air, and his loud roar could not penetrate the dark barrier between heaven and earth. On the road to the future, there is not a ray of sunshine or a glimmer of hope. He finally got tired and drunk, and leaned over the wine table and chanted loudly, "If you don't hate the ancients, I don't see you. If you hate the ancients, I don't see you."

Jia Xuan, it’s not your fault, it’s just the era when there was a foolish king and no political parties.

In the shadow of the setting sun, at the top of the Eight-Yong Building, I can still see a searching figure caressing the scrolls and singing softly. The soft voice has been floating for more than a thousand years, lingering in the ears of tens of thousands of talented people, and cannot be dissipated. In that era when words were not a woman's business, she was regarded as alien, rebellious, and superfluous. She could not go to court to discuss affairs, gallop on the battlefield, nor could she drink and curse, or slap the railings in pain, but could only be alone and worried. She looked around for two thousand years, the night was like a rock, the wind and rain were like darkness, who did she know? As a result, the worries of family, country, love and studies turned into a small cocoon, tightly surrounding Yi'an, with no sunlight and no room for breathing. This made her inevitably lonely and unable to escape beyond time and space. of sorrow.

Yi An, this is not your fault. The fault lies in the troubled times when men were superior to women, a feudal society without political parties.

On the stone railing of Han Temple, beside the rolling river, a weak scholar was demoted here. The desolation of being demoted, the pain of leaving the capital, and the pain of losing a daughter were all pushed in front of him in an instant, overwhelming him and making him feel discouraged. And facing a remote corner where people drank blood, his state of mind was so cold. Just imagine. The officials here changed one after another like a revolving door, but no one intervened to manage this barren land. The carved beams and jade in the Chang'an Hall are waiting quietly under the hook-like dawn moon, the wind and snow on the Qinling Post Road, and the fog miasma in the jungles of the South China Sea are lingering quietly. History has finally waited for a scholar with a long beard and hunched hands. Carrying a memorial, he walked up to the main hall with trembling steps, and then walked alone to the seaside and the end of the world. As a result, the fixed life value has been pushed to another level. A wise man would rather give up his job to become his mind. However, the unfair society does not allow talented people to stand out, so Han Gong is destined to travel all over the world.

I don’t blame you for retreating. I just blame you for the feudal centralized era when there was no political party that could govern for the people.

Looking back on the past, they had no way to serve their country, their talents were not recognized, and they were demoted to a foreign country... They were the stars that were almost submerged in the long dark night.

Looking at the present, we make democratic decisions, exercise self-government by the masses, and enjoy rights in accordance with the law... We are seedlings that thrive under the sunshine of the Party.

After 90 years of ups and downs, our party has established a political party that serves the public and governs for the people. It has changed the social system, developed productivity, and enriched the people's material and spiritual life. , we bathed in the sunshine of the party, recalling the past and looking at the present, which made our hearts surge...