What is a pattern?

It is when the wild beasts still live in caves, that man erects small huts with branches and thatch, when you live in thatched huts, some people live in brick and stone houses, when you still live in brick and stone houses, some people live in tall buildings, and when you live in tall buildings, some people ......

With the passage of time, such examples can be stacked backwards without limit. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pattern, in fact, is transcendence.

Time is like water, flowing quietly in the library, Xu Guangling relaxed, comfortable and slowly flipping through the book, at this time, the poem "The Title Page of the World" that he had created seemed to be flowing in consciousness, but it was just as if, if there was nothing.

What really flows in consciousness is still the content of the anthology.

"A spark can start a prairie fire"

"Contradiction"

"On Protracted War"

"The Question of Independence and Autonomy in the United Front"

......

Too much insight, too much high-mindedness, too much to the point.

These, in fact, are all transcendence, but also patterns.

Reading and appreciating these patterns and transcendences cannot make Xu Guangling also incarnate a sage and obtain the same transcendence as the writer himself, but it can effectively expand his horizons and help him to see many things from a higher and farther perspective.

In the anthology, there is a lot of sociological content, or in other words, it needs the support of relevant practices, which is lacking in Xu Guangling now.

Actually, it's not just now.

There are many things in the book that he will not touch on in his life.

But it doesn't matter.

Reading the books of the sages does not mean following the path of the sages.

In other words, there is no way out for the sages. Every person who eventually becomes a saint and a sage has a great independence and uniqueness in their life path, and it is difficult for you to put them in any category, because sages are inherently outstanding, and those who can be classified cannot be sages.

And even if it was a sage and a sage, at least, on the list that Zhang Lao gave Xu Guangling, he didn't find any two who were "relatively similar".

They are all unique.

They all radiate their own brilliance.

All Xu Guangling wants to do is to bathe in these brilliance, bathe, feel, experience, and that's it, but he doesn't want to be confused with one of these brilliance. Of course, it's impossible to mix things up.

Sages can be looked up to, they can be surpassed, but they cannot be imitated.

Because the reason why a sage is a sage is because of its core creation out of nothing, and uniqueness.

After the four anthologies were completed, Xu Guangling benefited a lot. Some of these contents are read in depth, some are read in a shallow way, and some are just memorized. Feeling that the time was almost up, Xu Guangling picked up the last book left, "The Complete Works of Librarian Poems".

The patio is boxy and surrounded by high walls. Clear to see pebbles, small fish in the center. Drink only water from the well, and you will never grow long.

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River went north, and the orange island was headed. Look at the red mountains all over, the layers of forests are dyed, the rivers are clear, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. Suddenly, ask the vast earth, who is the lord of ups and downs?......

Of course, it is impossible to miss the extremely well-known Qinyuan spring snow.

Poetry is a unique style of writing, concise and concise, or extremely concise and meaningful, and each poem is an independent small world.

If you really say that you can savor it carefully, a song that tastes for a day is not too long.

So Xu Guangling actually just skimmed them this time and memorized them. Of course, with his current ability to remember and forget, he doesn't need to deliberately do such a thing as "memory", flip through it, and when he turns it, those words will remain in his mind.

So when he left the library, Xu Guangling had five more "books" in his mind, and his poetry reserve reached 1,566.

Coming out of the library, Xu Guangling went directly to Zhang's hometown, and everything was routine at night.

When I slept that night, I was still sleepless.

This made Xu Guangling temporarily suspend the original plan to continue to go to the park for a "night tour", because he had not entered the practice of Fuxi Jue in his dream several times, Xu Guangling even missed it a little, and at the same time, he also felt that it was a little unreasonable to delay the practice of Fuxi Jue because of that kind of behavior in the park?

And, if you don't go to the park at night, will Fu Xijue come back again tomorrow morning when you practice or go to bed after morning exercise?

So this time he woke up late at night and still had a full meal, Xu Guangling did not go to the park, but stayed in the room. Sitting in front of the window, without the lights or the moonlight, Xu Guangling flipped through the complete collection of poems again in the deep and quiet of the night, in his mind.

This time, I flipped through it slowly and leisurely.

Poetry generally pays attention to talent, learning, knowledge, and affection, any of these four are good at, and the words for poetry will be considerable, which is the innate endowment, learning is the acquired accumulation, knowledge is the pattern and height born after the integration of talent and learning, and love is emotion and mind.

As far as librarians are concerned, there is no shortage of these four, so their performance in poetry is also extremely impressive.

At the beginning, Xu Guangling was just casually flipping through the pages, in fact, half of the intention was to rest and kill time, if there was a brush around him, he would even practice calligraphy, but no, so he turned up the poems.

And flipping and turning, I indulged in it.

When he came back to his senses, Xu Guangling found that the sky had changed greatly, well, he couldn't see the change in the sky, but the originally calm air was windy, and it was a big wind, in fact, it was precisely because of this that he came back to his senses.

Not long after, only about ten minutes, the sky began to rain, at first it was the sporadic raindrops of bean size, and soon, it was pouring rain to form a rain curtain and smash down on the face.

It has been sunny for more than a month, and this time, it is heavy rain and torrential rain.

Before Xu Guangling left the window, he also closed the glass window and looked at the time, it was 2:34 in the morning.

This morning's morning workout, maybe it's going to be canceled?

And, perhaps, buy a small umbrella back. In the past, he definitely didn't need it, even if it rained occasionally, he didn't go out, but now, he is still responsible for cooking for the two old gentlemen at night.

The clock came to four.

The torrential rain is like a note, and there is no intention of stopping.

Usually the morning light has actually arrived at this time, but today, the sky is still dark and dreary, this is of course a masterpiece of dark clouds, look at the situation, let alone four or five o'clock, it would be good if the rain could stop before the end of the morning.

However, Xu Guangling has no knowledge of predicting and judging the weather and rain, and the only thing he knows is probably "the morning glow does not go out, and the sunset travels thousands of miles".

Xu Guangling called Zhang Lao.

In fact, in such weather, it is definitely impossible for the old man to go to the park, but as a disciple, it is the first time he has encountered such a situation, and he must still say something.

Zhang Lao laughed on the phone, and asked him if he had breakfast.

Xu Guangling replied: "The disciple is a chef!"

At eight or nine o'clock, the rain stopped and the sky was clear.

This morning, Xu Guangling actually practiced his hands in the room, then ate, and went to bed after eating, while the two old gentlemen on the other side, Zhang Lao and Chen Lao, after seeing the sunny weather, were thinking about the freshness after the rain in the park, so they simply took chess sets and even teacups and hot water kettles, and went over there.

When I arrived at the park and passed the path next to the old pine tree, I saw that not far away, there were many people gathered and pointing.

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