The sunset melts gold, the twilight clouds merge, where are the people? Dye the willow smoke, blow the plum flute, and know a little about the spring. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the Lantern Festival, blending with the weather, and there is no wind and rain. Come to summon each other, incense car BMW, thank him for drinking friends and poets.

On the prosperous day of Zhongzhou, the boudoir has a lot of time, remember to focus on three or five. Spread the green crown, twist the gold and snow willows, and compete for the sake of Chu. Now he is haggard, windy and frosty, and he is afraid to go out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.

This is a poem by Li Qingzhao, talking about the 15th Lantern Festival after the Spring Festival.

In fact, it is suitable for many times, whether it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Spring Festival, or the Lantern Festival, it is probably the same.

A long, long time ago, when his parents were still there, Xu Guangling actually didn't have any feelings about the festival, because it was just like that, and he couldn't see too much difference from usual. Until one of the past few years, one year, when the Spring Festival was approaching, Xu Guangling walked on the street and obviously felt that the street was deserted.

And at night, I don't know where, the fireworks are set off, accompanied by the bustle and liveliness, and they are put off for several hours, which is really like a fire tree and silver flowers that never sleep.

But the excitement is someone else's, and it has nothing to do with Xu Guangling.

At that moment, suddenly, an irrepressible grief welled up in my heart, but there were no tears.

Being able to cry is actually happy, because even if it is painful, as long as you can cry, it means that you can vent happily. But Xu Guangling's grief could not be vented, and there was nowhere to vent, let alone a reason to vent. -- To whom does he vent to?

There is no one like that, or two.

So he could only be silent.

That night, at that time, he opened the book routinely, which was his usual method of escaping, but at that moment, it failed. Drinking may be okay, but Xu Guangling didn't raise himself to be a drunk, so he replaced it with sleep.

But this method also didn't work, and I couldn't sleep.

So that night, he lay quietly in bed, in the company of darkness and sobriety, and spent the whole night.

But there aren't many times like that.

Who said that? You can get used to anything. -- Grief too.

After a long time of sorrow, a long time of pain, I can't feel it. As long as life goes on, the wound will always be covered.

After that time, there was the Spring Festival, the Lantern Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and some other similar days, but Xu Guangling was immune, just like someone who had smallpox once but didn't die.

After getting out of the haze, this is the first time to face the festival in the world again.

The fifteenth moon is sixteen round, and today is only fourteen, but the bright moon is actually bright and round, and it has risen to the horizon at this time, hanging there like a piece of jade. The weather has been good lately, and the air quality in the city is generally good because of the large park.

Looking up now, I can really see that it is a "bright moon", and I can feel that kind of crystal. The field of vision, compared with the remote suburbs, is not a few points worse.

Unlike some cities, even if the sky is fine, when you raise your head at night, you can only see three or two stars, and even if the moon is full, the moon on the edge of the sky has no sense of existence, just like a random piece of drawing paper pasted on, flat, bleak, even the worst PS is not as good.

Feeling the wisps of coolness sprinkled lightly on the earth, Xu Guangling's mood is actually not bad, even if he thinks of his parents again, he is only regretful, regret in this wonderful world, at this good time, a family of three, can not be reunited.

But the two of them are together, and it's okay.

When my son grows up, he always has to be independent, and he always has to go out and take on his own piece of the sky, which is basically the same as now.

On earth and in heaven, the two places are at peace.

Xu Guangling walked into Zhang Lao's small building with such a thought, and then, when he entered the study as usual, he still managed to calm his mind, concentrate his attention, and try his best to absorb what Zhang Lao taught.

Yes, imparted.

If the first one or two days, two or three days are just "telling", and Zhang Lao is still a little secretive when he tells, and he doesn't let go of it, and he talks about something in a "chatty" way with Xu Guangling, then as the next day passes, the old and the young are used to it, and in the narration, they go deeper and deeper, from "telling" to "teaching".

In fact, by now, the two have become self-evident, real and nameless teacher-student relationships.

However, Zhang Lao's narration is really whimsical, and it also dilutes the atmosphere of teaching a little, but for Xu Guangling, the things he receives from Zhang Lao every day are really a lot, and it seems that it can't be compared with dreams in terms of quantity, but in terms of quality......

Well, that's a bit hard to say.

In short, with the deepening of the lecture, Zhang Lao's profound and profound knowledge became more and more specific in Xu Guangling's cognition.

When he first stepped into this study, the books in the whole large study room scared Xu Guangling very much, but now, Xu Guangling knows that those books are just a background and just a foil, and the real focus of this study is Zhang Lao himself.

All the books in this study add up, and if they are multiplied by ten times and a hundred times, they are not as important as Zhang Lao himself.

Coming to this conclusion, Xu Guangling admired it, but he was actually quite shocked.

If his head was normal, Xu Guangling would probably not think that Zhang Lao also had such a "dream" or something, and from Zhang Lao's story, he knew that he was herding sheep for the landlord's family when he was a child, and most of them did not receive any good early childhood education.

In fact, even since he was a child, his knowledge has been excessive, and as for the profundity, for the time being, Xu Guangling can only be a high mountain, and he can't see how high Zhang Lao's height is.

So the question is, how did such a profound and profound knowledge come about?

Many people may not have a very specific concept of this, but Xu Guangling is different, he has been in the library and read books for a few years. It was precisely because of such an experience that he could truly feel what kind of level Zhang Lao's profound knowledge had reached.

To what extent?

It's probably to the extent that Xu Guangling will now be in the library and study hard for another hundred years.

Of course, this is just Xu Guangling's general feeling, and it can't be very accurate. But it was such a rough idea, which shocked Xu Guangling very much. - Again, Mr. Zhang, how did he do it?

It is precisely because he has such a feeling for Zhang Lao, so under Zhang Lao's teaching, when his understanding of the human body rises at a high rate every day, Xu Guangling is not very surprised, all this is as it should be!

He was just worried that he had failed to live up to Zhang Lao's expectations.

In other words, Xu Guangling is not a fool, after so many days and so many nights of teaching, he has clearly realized that Zhang Lao has a taste of passing on his mantle, and when he is taught, it is really how much he can understand, and Zhang Lao will take out as much as he can.

No hiding, no reservations!

Even though he was once quite confident in learning, but now, in the face of such an unexpected study, Xu Guangling still feels quite pressure.

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Thanks to the "civil officials" for their monthly passes. (To be continued.) )