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Looking for 10 essays with perfect scores for the 2010 College Entrance Examination (the teacher asked me to find them, 3Q)

Time flies in the classroom by Ding Shengxin

In the afternoon, the sunlight shines through the glass, making me extremely warm and comfortable. A faint wave of sleepiness hits my heart and lingers for a long time. I started flipping through the long textbook. Except for the teacher's slightly noisy voice, the classroom was extremely quiet. A few students were lying on the table and taking a nap, mostly in a state of wandering. Aren’t days like this supposed to be extremely pleasant? The comfortable wind led me out of the classroom door. For a moment, the sun scorched my eyes and my vision was bright. The boys had already poured out of the classroom in groups, found a sunny place and stopped to chat. The topics kept jumping from games to NBA, and everyone was talking about it, except that they didn't start dancing. Most of the girls prefer to stay in the classroom, with their backs slightly hunched over, hunched over their desks and writing furiously. Their thin shoulder blades are easily visible, and slight drops of sweat on their foreheads flow down their cheeks into their collars, disappearing in the blink of an eye. . The electric fan on the ceiling was "squeaking", stubbornly resisting the traces of time. The more it struggled, the more it shook violently, causing the people sitting under the electric fan to be in panic all day long. Everyone says that the classroom is a place for learning, the playground is an area for fun, and the school is the place that holds all our youth and dreams. Taking a deep breath, there is the smell of green grass in March, the smell of red walls and white tiles, the smell of white clouds in the sky, and the smell of light bleaching powder on school uniforms... all of these remind me that this is me school, my class, indelible and irreplaceable memories in my life. It was probably noon, and everyone was doing homework, chatting, or reciting words to each other in the classroom. There seemed to be two kinds of atmosphere. One group of people mainly focuses on learning. Some get together to discuss topics, some recite ancient poems and words to each other, and some teach others how to solve problems. The other group, led by boys, sat around a table and chatted, and the listeners enjoyed themselves. They didn't care how inappropriate it was to chat now, and they didn't mind crowding together on a hot day. As a result, the teacher was extremely dissatisfied. "What are you doing huddled together? It's definitely not discussing study!" There was a hint of gunpowder smoke in the voice. "We are keeping warm!" The teacher suddenly burst into laughter, and the idea of ??getting angry disappeared without a trace. This answer is ridiculous. After laughing, I was slightly lost in thought. I thought that I had been here for four years without realizing it. Joy, sadness, confusion, helplessness, grievance, excitement, excitement... It seemed that my whole life was condensed here. After experiencing it, I can't help but feel a little stunned. It is often said that the class collective is a small society, and it is true. Suddenly someone held my hand, and when I focused my eyes, I realized that it was my best friend standing in front of me, glaring at me with a "Quickly withdraw your soul" expression. "What's wrong?" "You ask what's wrong? Everyone in the class is gone. Did you forget that it's the sports meeting?" He said as if he said "I've completely lost to you", "We have to cheer for everyone. Our class is the most united!" - The group I am in is a group full of laughter, often bickering but still very close to one another. It is a place where dreams come true. I am proud of it, or it is proud of us. "Hey -" the friends in the distance shrunk into silhouettes in the sunshine. They smiled and waved, as if it was a grand farewell. "Don't stand there. You are coming or not. If you don't come, we can leave." …” The sound of playing and fighting. Like a warm and beautiful fairy tale.

——A letter to Mozi

A candidate in Beijing

Dear Mozi:

This is two thousand years later A letter from one of my students. I don’t know why I want to write to you. I just know that because of you, I understand a simple but profound truth: looking up at the stars, you must also be down-to-earth.

I remember when I was a child, I accidentally touched a simple thread-bound book from the bottom of the bookshelf. This was my first "encounter" with you. But this first time doesn't seem very wonderful, because I can't see any emotion on your dark face, only the harshness and coldness of "if you don't finish, you will die."

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

But in the end, I did not put down this book, but became increasingly attracted to it. "Everyone in the world loves one another, then the strong will not cling to the weak, and the many will not rob the few." - Every word in the book exudes a peculiar fragrance of rice. So every time I turned the page of the book, I felt like I was back in that troubled and chaotic world where everyone "lost each other".

In the vastness, I saw the old man riding a green ox slowly westward outside the Great Wall, looking at the sky and chanting "Retreat after success, the way of heaven"; I also saw the talk on the apricot altar. A handsome gentleman, looking up to the sky and shouting "What can the sky say? What can the sky say?"; I saw the prosperity of a hundred schools of thought contending in the Jixia Academy in Linzi, and also saw the hermits singing on the Chu River, intoxicated "alone with the spirit of heaven and earth" ".

Finally, I caught a glimpse of you. You have not chosen to live in seclusion, nor do you want to engage in useless debates with others all day long. You are just running around the land of China, appearing in the world as a traveler, running and shouting, saving the people from fire and water, and relieving the suffering of all peoples.

"All the eggs in the world are like stones." You are so down-to-earth, and your steps are so solid and unyielding.

I finally understand that you are not incapable of looking up at the stars. Your stars are "the unity of the world." It's just that compared to the rest of the people who only know how to look up at the stars and can only create feeble slogans, you would rather practice your ideals down-to-earth and let "universal love" - ??your starry sky draw a more brilliant light. So, you are always on the go. You once traveled thousands of miles to lobby the King of Chu, and "nine times resisted Luban's siege" to save the people of the Song Dynasty; you also ran around, "not attacking", "not happy", "not destined" and "not Confucian", for this purpose Practically put forward a real "cure" for these troubled times. You look up at the stars, but never forget to keep your feet on the ground. Therefore, your footsteps never stop, and your footprints are all over the land of China. And two thousand years later, when exaggeration and falsehood still exist in the world, your steps have become more solid and powerful.

It turns out that your eyes are always looking up at the stars; it turns out that your feet have never left the earth!

You, with black clothes, black hair, black eyes and black face, looking at the stars and stepping on the earth, are like a black lightning, cutting through the sky and penetrating the sky, for this Kyushu The five mountains ignite a flame that will never go out!

Human beings need to look up at the stars, because without the shining of the stars, our road will not be ahead. However, when looking up at the stars, we must not forget to keep our feet on the ground and do something practical for others and society. After all, the beauty of the starry sky never belongs to the earth. Only by being down-to-earth can we reflect the splendor of the starry sky with every step we take.

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

The flower season that fills the heart with fragrance

Stepping on the rainy season, the flowers are blooming.

---Inscription

"Ping Lin The desert is woven with smoke, and the cold mountains are sad and blue. This is the case in the mountain city of Chongqing. In autumn, it becomes more rainy and melancholy. In the rustling autumn wind, although there is no gloomy path in the south of the Yangtze River like Dai Wangshu's, it is tied with the faint nostalgia of Xi Murong Yanliu. Look. The low-flying birds in the sky traced down bits and pieces of thoughts, and suddenly looked back, I was already stepping on the tail of 15 years old, and the rainy season opened her rain curtain-----

As I walked, I felt like Shi Tiesheng wandering in the altar of earth, picking up a few yellow leaves, shrunken and withered, recording verses that only I could understand under that sky, and then turned into tiny rain needles, Stab into 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 paw.

Wandering is a place of leisure, the bluestone path on Sanyou Road, guarding the wall lonely and withered, leaving the vicissitudes of life on the old woman's forehead. The arc of life bends its own steps. Ye Jian trembled in whispers, and he was slightly moved for a moment. A lengqing's spirit was implanted in my heart, and I wanted to deal with it with a dull smile.

Seeing the tears rolling on the leaves after the rain, eyes twinkling, there was so much hesitation and a touch of frowning. I am very ordinary, but if the sun shines on me, I will shine, colorful light. Are you also fascinated by the future and reality? Lost in the foggy city of Chongqing? Can't see the sky clearly, covered by that gray cloth? Crystal tenderness, do you understand? I stupidly stretched out my hand to hold you, telling myself that my heart should follow my feelings and never look back.

The lights in the library were always bright, and I looked quietly at Taoli Lake. If the lotus in summer is a kind of "natural beauty without carvings", then the withered lotus standing in the rustling autumn rain is a kind of confession of "my heart is eternal". The dead branches do not cry, the declining leaves do not worry, with a sonorous The pen of his pen divided the lake surface into sharp-cut language. The wind blows into the sleeves, but the people remain the same, the willow color is sparse, how can one know autumn with one leaf?

The wind is the least shy young man in autumn. He waves his powerful arms and you can see his bulging abdominal muscles. It softens the willow branches, wrinkles the lake surface, and flattens my little heart. The fragrance is wrapped all the way, and you point your finger along the raindrops, oh? The sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming.

It is the kind of small light yellow petals that are so light that they will be frozen by the autumn air-conditioning and dyed into a chilling dark green. However, she stood like that, stretching out her neck that was not long but very smooth and beautiful, as bright and clear as a ray of sunshine in the rain, overflowing with a light fragrance.

I will be a tree in the next life. Well, a flowering tree.

In order to let you meet me when I am most beautiful, I will wait here quietly. He is the tree waiting for me, dropping its last leaf to wait. No matter how tormented you are by the east, west, north and south winds, you will never fall down while standing. There are many trees in Nankai, like swords and halberds, connected together. But his sky is very broad, standing alone, so straight that people can look up at it. In his eyes, the world may be small. For him, I am determined not to run away anymore. If I can't retreat, I will choose to face it, stay strong on the ground, and never run away.

At night, with a slight shout, the stars lit up, and the light like a candle bit through the loneliness in the night. The night is full of brilliance and splendor, but here, there is only a glimmer of light, fragrant all the way.

I am no longer the little girl who smiles when she wears a red flower or dances when she holds a certificate. Even the bitterness of coffee could not soothe the trauma in my heart. I began to understand a little bit about van gagh. What kind of decadence and accusation was behind the bright colors? I want a gust of wind, facing the sea, and the spring flowers blooming. From tomorrow, from tomorrow~

When you are alone, take up the music, let yourself die, let the music wake up, and the memories are also for forgetting. I just had a face-to-face encounter with the past, and then solemnly said goodbye, goodbye. "I love Nankai deeply" i promise. It’s just that I don’t know how to love, I just look up, look up, until I disappear on the way home~

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

Fantasy and Reality: Bricks (Xiao Chuzhou)

The houses standing on the streets are made of bricks. The human world is made of fantasy.

We seem to be walking in tangible and hard reality, but in fact we are immersed in countless realized fantasies.

When did humans become independent from other species? Philosophers would probably say that it started when apes could use tools, and archaeologists would probably calculate an age from the skulls of tens of millions of years ago. But I want to draw an arbitrary conclusion here, that it is from the human brain. The first bubble of fantasy begins.

The material world created by humans is derived from fantasy.

In "Journey to the West", Wu Cheng'en gave Brother Monkey a special move, somersault cloud. This contains the fantasy of flying by humans who have been trapped on a flat land for thousands of years. Four hundred years later, this fantasy was turned into reality by the Wright brothers.

Verne built his own kingdom on paper that was out of line with the reality of the time. There were cannons that could send people to the moon, and the Nautilus that stalked the bottom of the sea. Before we entered the 21st century, all these fantasies were realized. There were human footprints on the moon, and submarines from various countries were scurrying under the sea.

A hundred years ago, novelists in the late Qing Dynasty imagined that Shanghai would become the venue for the World Expo. Now the scene of this fantasy coming true is being staged vigorously on both sides of the Huangpu River.

People first have fantasies about things outside of reality, and then over a long period of time they add wisdom to the fantasies, knead them into rationality, put them into practice, bake them in the fire, and then take them out to build reality. of bricks. That's why we have this real world of giants. If it were not for the fantasy of flight when we first looked up at the sky, human beings would still be a species crawling on the ground; if there were not Verne's wild thoughts about outer space and the bottom of the sea, human beings today might be a helpless population waiting for energy to be exhausted; if there were no hope for Shanghai The Chinese people will never have the opportunity to be foolishly proud of the fantasy of hosting a world expo as the number of visitors to the World Expo increases every day.

The spiritual world created by humans is also derived from fantasy.

Because of his fantasy of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, Cangjie drew pictographic Chinese characters on paper.

Because of the fantasy of peace for the common people, I painted a small country with few people so charmingly.

Because of the fantasy of free love, Austen wrote Darcy and Elizabeth into the scenery of the British countryside.

Because of his fantasy of a peaceful world, Tolkien wrote a majestic and desolate world in Middle-earth.

This is how fantasy soaks us. Because the human brain has fantasy, it has desire, and it has the power to change the world. Human reality is a vast construction project with illusions as bricks. Spiritual fantasy guides the direction and ensures that the world will not collapse unconsciously; material fantasy builds height, allowing human beings to move to higher depths in the future.

People are the craftsmen who shape bricks. Only with fantasy can we build a majestic real world. And humans who fantasize about being dry are just idiots lying in the mud.

Standing on the Peak of Fantasy (Xu Jisheng)

Since humans walked upright, the eyes facing the earth can look up and far away with fantasy.

On the earth, various birds and animals pass by us, and human beings have discovered their own shortcomings. We cannot fly, be as graceful as an eagle in the blue sky, cannot run as fast as a horse, and have the skills to dig holes. It is not as good as a mouse, and its songs are not as beautiful as those of a lark.

Human beings do not bury their heads deep in inferiority, but hold their heads high and fantasize.

We make things like wings, put them on our bodies, and jump from high places. Many lovely people fall into the abyss, but the plane still carries human fantasy and flies into the blue sky.

Human beings fantasize because of shortcomings, and make progress because of illusions.

So I stood on the peak of fantasy and looked out, looking at the future of the Chinese nation.

I imagine that Chinese people will move from the hierarchy to equality.

Starting from the etiquette system of Zhou Gong, the Chinese people consciously learned to divide into three, six or nine levels. Everything has a grade, even the color and material of the clothes. Officials wore bright colors. Bai Juyi, who was demoted to be a Sima in Jiujiang, could only wear green shirts, while ordinary people wore commoners. In the literary world, poetry is the leader, prose is second, and novels and dramas can only wait. Literati wrote novels and plays, but it was difficult to sign them with their real names, and they shyly wrote pen names. The late maturity of novels and dramas in our country is related to the hierarchical view of literature. In the feudal era, officials were herders and the people were cattle and horses; officials were parents and the people were grass. The members of society are divided into scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. The wife is older and the concubine is younger, men are superior to women and women are inferior. In terms of orientation, the right is large and the left is small. The heroes of Liangshan and the down-and-out villagers also have to line up their seats.

A harmonious society must be based on the equality of social members. There are differences in social division of labor, but every descendant of Yan and Huang must stand at the same altitude, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior.

I imagine 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. If we love the truth, the truth will love us.

Mr. Ba Jin warned us sincerely: Tell the truth. Mr. Ji Xianlin said: Tell no lies and no truth. "Telling not all the truth" seems a bit worldly, but "not telling all the lies" is the bottom line. When it is difficult to tell the truth, we would rather remain silent with dignity than tell shameless lies.

When officials tell the truth about the unit, cohesion will be greater; when scientific researchers publish less papers because of the truth, the gold content will be higher; when entrepreneurs lose some profits because of the truth, the company will open up more longer.

I imagine that the Chinese nation leads the world in elegance.

We have five thousand years of determination, and China’s war horses have never gone to the Black Sea to eat exotic green grass. Chinese people use filial piety to create the warmest home in the world. Under the flowing white hair are the laughter of their children and grandchildren. No matter how far the Chinese people go, what they always think in their hearts is to "look up at the bright moon and lower their heads to think about their hometown."

The phoenix that has been flying for five thousand years is a little old and a little slow, but it can be reborn in the fire of reform and opening up.

I imagine that a little phoenix with a crisp cry flew out of the ancient East, drawing the world's attention into the distance.

The lonely season

"The wind blows off the last leaf, and my heart is filled with snow. Love can only be piled up in memory - oh, for the next season."

——Inscription

I walk alone in the warm wind season and refuse to say goodbye to the past. Tell yourself gently, lonely people don't need to wander, I just wander occasionally after being injured. Shaping is a place without sorrow, but as Zhu Ziqing said, "Happiness is theirs." I have nothing. Could it be that "everything is a beginning without an ending, everything is a fleeting pursuit"? Like she said? I'm afraid that I'm going in the wrong direction, I'm afraid, I'm afraid~~ I have always been strong, but without my parents, it turns out that I will also lose my way.

Night, don’t let the language repeat itself. The thoughts illuminated by the light were shining with temptation, and it turned out that they had been thinking wildly. Hum, I don’t want to care about myself anymore.

If you like the evening breeze at night, which makes you huff and puff, you can hang your mood on the roadside, or kick it under your feet and let yourself trample on it slowly, then walk away and secretly watch her cry stupidly. ~~~

After all, she is a girl. She misses her parents when she leaves home. Only then did I realize that I had not grown up, and I never wanted to. Only then did we realize that what accompanies us as we grow is emotions, not people. When I was free, I held the pen and read the words before stepping on the tail of the wind. It slipped from the end of the pen and fell to my heart, making a metallic sound. Words have no emotions, but different people always impose their own feelings, and then see their own appearance in the words, which always moves them to tears.

Guarding the window, how can one be so dark alone? The moon takes away the nursery rhymes of childhood. Accompanying the sentimentality of the words, it seems to appreciate the beauty of loneliness. Like the transparent simplicity of the summer sky and the long and slender autumn rain, love has also become a lonely language, hanging high in the sky, holding the moonlight, leaving behind the evening. Fengyou swallowed on the house.

The night brain can answer its own questions objectively. During the day, you can boldly squander it and let the material take over. At night, you can carefully let the spirit guide you. Green lights and yellow scrolls, the fragrance of tea, "What you can't reach is called a distance, and what you can't go back to is called home." Live like this, die like this~~

Let the memory corrode, those fresh and green, Has long been buried in the scale of time. Standing at the mouth of the cup and looking into the distance, slowly the life filtered by time is dissolved into life. After a long time, one or two crystal clear drops precipitate from the shallow bottom of the cup - I think that is the most beautiful thing in my heart, not Yanghua, A little bit is the tears of separation.

"It's like being trapped in the fog, anxiously trying to escape from the confused reality" runrunrunaway. I really don't want to doubt myself anymore, no matter how cold the loneliness is, there will be a time when it melts, do you believe it? Watching yourself leave, looking for freedom also gives freedom to others, just give me freedom, please commit the crime yourself!

Hope does not need to be interpreted, faith does not need to be groaned, and the past does not need to be wrapped in arms. It turns out that all pain comes from extravagant hopes, and everything seems to be destined. Slough off the moans, maybe I am my own sunshine, shining brightly, shining ahead.

Everything is said without words

One day, a friend brought me back to real life while I was daydreaming, and asked seriously: "Are you happy? ?” I replied without thinking: “Are you happy?” I responded without hesitation: “Are you happy?” . . . " My heart trembled as I swallowed the last word: Am I happy? I have never asked myself this way: I don’t know, I don’t know if I am really happy!

In the eyes of others, I am a lively and cheerful person whose words often dance on my lips and my smile always blooms on my face. But who can understand the real me? So I learned about myself:

The happiness of sailing against the current

I am not a person who can settle down and study seriously. The teacher is good to me, and I know it. In the past two months since I entered class (8) in high school, my grades have declined again and again. I don’t know what to use to cover up my inner fear. I don’t know how to face the expectant eyes of my parents again. I don’t know. How can I live up to the high expectations of my relatives? In the past two months, making myself as happy as possible has become the theme of my life. I fell down again and again, so that my grades fell again and again. I didn't have the courage to face them and thought I was abandoned by the world. In fact, it is not the case: my parents did not criticize, but encouraged; the teacher did not criticize, but guided; my brother did not sigh, but believed... I began to find a way out when I was lost, believing that I would not be knocked down because there were so many pairs of eyes. Affirming me. Only then did I realize that I could be so happy, and I couldn't let this happiness be destroyed.

The silent happiness of nourishing things

My grandparents were born in the feudal society period. Due to the infection of the feudal atmosphere at that time, they were influenced by the idea of ??'preferring boys over girls'. Intrusion, there are also more boys among relatives, who are more sensible. Naturally, I was often scolded by my grandparents for being naughty. As a girl, I should be reserved and not be careless... However, my parents were different. As the youngest member of the family, they took good care of me, for fear that I would be a little wronged or suffer. A little harm. Am I not satisfied and happy enough? No, I am very happy and I should let this happiness continue!

The happiness of invisible care

Because of my extroverted personality, I talk a lot. Although he is not good at speaking, he is also good at language, so he makes many friends. I also have many close friends. They help me share when I am happy, and share with me when I am sad. They always put a smile on my face, and there are no words like pain in my dictionary. Isn't this enough? No, I am already content, I am really happy...

In fact, happiness is around you, it mainly depends on whether you have discovered it and whether you have explored it. We should seize today, seize happiness, and seize our own destiny.

It has no roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world

Come back, please take a break and stay with us forever!

Tao Qian waved goodbye to officialdom. The fame and fortune he once had were just a piece of nonsense, floating in the breeze on his sleeves. Returning to his hometown fulfilled his lifelong wish. It was just a point in the long mountain, and he couldn't wait to take the boat around the eighteen bends of the mountain road. A thatched hut, a book lamp, and a bright moon connect his life together. The days when facing the loess and back to the sky are like singing and dancing in Shangguan District. The smiles in the sweat of the farmers are better than the flattering faces. Tao Qian, Lefu’s destiny returns to ridicule! Turn around gracefully and leave a legendary eternity.

Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself.

Fan Zhongyan was demoted and his departure was obscured by the backs of the ministers. Baling, who has been fantasized about countless times, has never left. The turbulent waves appeared in his dream, carrying melancholy thoughts. The exquisiteness of Yueyang Tower had already fascinated him. Oh! It seemed as if he could see the thousands of sails on Dongting Lake, carrying his ideals to the carefree shore. Worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness. "Weisi people, who should I return to?" Fan Zhongyan swallowed his tears with a smile.

Who can comfort me in this wandering place?

People once said that Nalan Xingde’s life was not rough. His father was an important member of the imperial court, and when he knew that the grandeur of his family was the result of the people's wealth and anointing, he remained silent and used his young heart to resist the family. Helpless, hesitant, who should I keep company with in the dark night? One drink can relieve a thousand worries, and he died young, leaving the world with too much regret and sorrow.

They laughed, gains and losses vanished in a snap; they cried, who can understand the loneliness and sadness of giving up? So they used their lives to write the immortal answer - to give up means to own the world.

The 2010 Henan College Entrance Examination Full Score Essay: Keep your eyes open and listen to the opinions of wise people

One day, King Wu Fu Chai met Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and they talked about the ministers’ remonstrances. Long sighs and short sighs, with deep emotion.

Fu Chai: Brother Li, I am a confused person. Zixu is loyal to me, but I treat him like a wolf. If I had listened to him and killed Xi Shi, the scourge of Yue, I would not have harmed others or myself, and I would have benefited from Gou Jian! Alas, Zixu, I don’t listen to you, and I have no face to face you and the people of Wu!

Li Longji: Brother Fucha, don’t be sad. I am more ashamed of my ancestors and the people of the Tang Dynasty than you. In the early days of taking office, I could still wake up my ears and listen humbly to Yao Chong's words, which created the prosperous scene of the "Kaiyuan Prosperous Age". However, later on, I became obsessed with Concubine Yang and listened to his flattering words all day long, and I could no longer listen to them. It’s just an opinion, but it’s just another way to make me happy. The great Tang Dynasty was tottering due to my "opinions" from these villains. ah! Give me another chance, and I will stick to my opinion——

Fu Chai: You and I both made mistakes in governing the country, but for different reasons: I was not good at listening to other people’s opinions, and you were not able to distinguish right from wrong. Listen to slander.

Li Longji: Isn’t it? But how can we listen well to other people’s opinions but not believe in slander?

Fu Chai: I think we might as well open the notebooks of the wise men of history and see what they have to say.

Taizong of the Tang Dynasty: "Be close to virtuous ministers and stay far away from villains." This is Zhuge Kongming's teaching. Keep your eyes open, clearly discern your position in their minds, and humbly accept the advice of sages. Ha——(leave with a smile)

Li Longji: My ancestors are too profound and I can’t understand them. Let’s look at the wise people abroad.

Dante: Go your own way and let others speak.

Polish proverb: He who often asks for directions never loses his way.

Senac: The mistakes of people who believe everything and who doubt everything are the same.

……

Fu Chai: Although the various opinions are different, I can see the same point. That is, as Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty said, first distinguish between good and bad, and then carefully absorb the useful opinions of others. Of course, the most important thing is to distinguish right from wrong. Hey, do you understand? Brother Li?

Li Longji: Got it! I have to talk to modern people right away so that they can learn lessons from history!

On the Luck of Scholars

I read "Zuo Zhuan", "Han Shu", and "Three Kingdoms", searching for the way of luck, and succeeded in various methods, but every time I saw famous scholars from ancient times I sighed when I realized that the owner had not discarded the book. For example, Li Xiaoyuan of the Three Kingdoms wrote "Theory of Destiny" and said: "The rule of chaos is luck; the poor are fate; the noble and the low are the times." Yu Weiwei burst into tears and sighed sadly: "The scholars of ancient and modern times How can a wise person or a saint be restricted by the three? It's so sad that Zhongni is trapped in Chen Cai and Li Guang can't be sealed. "After reading the writings of ancient and modern sages and the deeds of famous saints from far and near, I feel relieved, and there are three reasons. Yan Zuoyan: First, the fate of a scholar lies here and not there; secondly, the fate of a scholar lies in diligence rather than seeking; thirdly, the fate of a scholar lies in me and not in others. To say that I have no faith, please see the following statement:

In the past, Zhongni was rich in learning, had five chariots in his chest, and had rituals and music in his heart. His disciples wanted to spread his knowledge and traveled around the world to spread his teachings. His ambitions are magnificent, his actions are magnificent, and his words are magnificent. However, his fortune was unlucky and his fate was misfortune. It would be a shame to travel through seventy kingdoms without meeting his master once! However, he respected the teachings of Xiangxu, so he had Yan Hui's appearance; he repaired the ancient holy scriptures, and he had six artistic works. His ambition is obvious, otherwise I, a humble scholar a hundred generations later, would not be able to hear his name and admire him deeply. Mencius said: "People must insult themselves, and then others insult them." If a person has the way of not giving up his ambition, he will not know where to get it. The rest of the saying goes: "The fate of scholars is here but not there."

During the Warring States Period, Qi had Mengchang Tianwen, Zhao had Pingyuan and Zhao Sheng, Chu had Chunshen Huangxie, and Wei had Xinling Wuji. At that time, people with lofty ideals will hit the target, and no one will be dissatisfied. I think this is not the case. Mengchang's disciples only raise chickens, crowing dogs, and thieves, and they have no talents to help the country. Therefore, Su Qin dispersed all his talent and did not listen to his words. Later, he rose up the Six Kingdoms and dominated the world. In the past, what he sought diligently could not be obtained, but at that time, it was all available; in the past, all the Gongqing gates that he had been seeking were now open. The master of Fuqi, weighing up the king, who will be able to become the king? That's right. Wang Bo said: "When you are old, you should be strong, and you would rather move your heart to the white road; be poor and strong, and not fall into the clouds." Isn't this what I call "a scholar's destiny lies in diligence rather than seeking"?

When Boya met Ziqi, he was pleased with his wishes. Xiangru was named Hanwu because of his pride, and Shang Yang was named King of Qin after he was appointed Jingjian. Is the destiny of a scholar in the hands of others? How come my strength, my knowledge, and my eloquence need the hands of a dummy? When Yu Sichun heard about it, he would look up to the sky and laugh, and his doubts would disappear. Yu Boya had a rumored voice, Sima Xiangru was extremely talented, and Gongsun Yang dared to change the law despite the disapproval of the world. Han Tui said: "There is Bole before the thousand-mile horse." I thought that the thousand-mile horse preceded Bole. "The fate of a scholar depends on me but not on him" is clear.

"Poetry" says: "The high mountains stand still, and the scenery stops." It is said that the whole world admires the saintly virtue. "The Theory of Destiny" says: "If the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them; if they are piled up on the bank, the current will be turbulent; if they walk higher than others, they will be rejected by the crowd." It also says: "Things that are connected are called rivers. When it rises to the clouds, it rains; when it sinks to the ground, it moistens the earth; when the body is pure, it washes away things without causing turbidity; when it receives turbidity, it helps things without harming the purity.

” He also said: “This is why a saint is as poor as a great one. "That's right. I'm here. I want to write a lot of words to widen my meaning. I work tirelessly in ancient and modern classics all day long. What do I do? What ambitions do I have? Zhang Zai said in "Rizhilu" ("Recent Thoughts" "Records" records Zhang Zaiyan): "Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique learning of the past saints, and create peace for all generations.