A true sentence is transmitted, and a false transmission is passed on to ten thousand books.

Mr. Zhang's "true biography" is not as few as one sentence, nor is there as many as ten thousand books.

In almost a month, the old gentleman finished talking about a total of 1,000 medicines.

At the beginning, only one flavor a day is taught, and then slowly added, from one flavor a day, to a few flavors a day, to a dozen flavors a day, to dozens of flavors a day......

It is not that the teaching is getting more and more coarse, but with learning, Xu Guangling's understanding of the pharmacology of medicinal materials has become deeper and deeper, and he has a deeper and deeper understanding of the relationship between drugs, so what is manifested is that the degree of absorption is getting faster and faster.

In a sense, Mr. Zhang was passive and had to speed up the progress of teaching.

And then this day, in the study.

"Learn and learn it, don't you also say it? There are friends from afar, don't you be happy? People don't know and are not embarrassed, aren't they also gentlemen?"

"Today, I'm going to tell you about it. ”

is no longer a teaching of pharmacy, Zhang Lao said to Xu Guangling like this at the beginning.

Xu Guangling was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Learn, cognitive. ”

"Learning, learning from books, learning from teachers, friends, and others, no matter how deeply you learn, is someone else's thing. is like 'the bright moonlight in front of the bed', no matter how deeply you understand this poem, this poem belongs to Li Bai, not to you. ”

Zhang Lao's expression was very serious, and he said slowly.

Xu Guangling nodded seriously.

He understood what the old man meant.

The "belonging" here is not the ownership of the creative right, nor the acquisition of content, but the possession of life.

Li Bai owns this poem.

A thousand years ago, a man named Li Bai traveled abroad and traveled abroad for the sake of ideals and for the sake of helping the world.

One night, perhaps just after dinner, or maybe he couldn't sleep, Li Bai walked in the yard. The moonlight is like water, falling from the sky, covering the entire courtyard, as well as the bluestone and railing on the edge of the well in the courtyard.

The dew is condensed, the moon is like water, and the night is like frost.

It's quiet and cold.

At this moment, the moonlight is like water, and so are thoughts.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

This year, the color of the flowers has changed, and who is there for the flowers to bloom next year? I have seen the pines and cypresses destroyed for salaries, and I have heard that the mulberry fields have become the sea. The ancients did not recover the east of Luocheng, and today's people are still interested in falling flowers. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua?

There is nothing to do in life, and bitterness is tempting for the world. Today, who is the only one, Ji Ji is strong.

......

About heaven and earth, about life.

About the ephemeral, about the eternal.

About the present, about the future.

Lots of possibilities.

At this moment, what was Li Bai thinking? Except for himself, no one else knew.

And in the end, this night, by "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. "These two crosses freeze frame.

This night belongs to Li Bai.

He used twenty words to dig this night out of the long river of time and space, hang it in the sky, and let countless latecomers watch it.

This is Li Bai's life.

This is Li Bai's past.

This is a slice of Lee's white life.

As far as Xu Guangling is concerned, he is just a spectator, just an appreciator, just one of countless later viewers.

It's not his life.

This is not what he once was.

There had never been such a fragment in his previous life.

"After learning comes practice. ”

"Xi, practice, practice, practice. ”

"Using learning to guide learning is the meaning of learning. ”

"You meet all kinds of people in your life, you go through all kinds of things, this person is clever about it, and that thing is the opposite. Learning and learning, cognition and life, occasionally and often, the two intersect and collide. ”

"Every meeting, every collision, is a reunion of old friends. ”

"What has been learned, in that instant, is activated. ”

"A lot of cognition, one of them, suddenly becomes vivid, from books, from others, from your memory, out of your heart, residing in your life. ”

It was a joy of life moving towards fullness. ”

"There is this joy in life all the time, surrounded by this joy, you will not complain, you will not be especially others, whether you are in good times or bad, whether you are admired by thousands of people, or you live simply, you will be equally stable. ”

"Happiness comes from the essence of life, without dependence on the outside world, without dependence on others. ”

This is a sentence to warn you from the opening chapter of Confucius's Analects. ”

Zhang Lao said slowly and earnestly.

"Disciple remember!" Xu Guangling said solemnly.

"I know you'll remember. In fact, with humble words about your heart, there is no need to make such a cumbersome reminder for the teacher. Zhang Lao shook his head, smiled, and then stood up from his chair and pulled open one of the drawers of the large desk.

Subsequently, the two small notebooks were taken out by the old man and handed to Xu Guangling.

"Humble words, come, take it. ”

Xu Guangling took it and looked down.

Two small books.

One is a doctor's certificate.

One is the Central Health Service Consultant Physician's Certificate.

"Teacher, this ......" Xu Guangling gestured to Elder Zhang with the second small notebook.

"It's just a name, and I don't get a salary. Zhang Lao smiled and said, "Humble words, you can keep these two small books, or when you need it in the future." ”

If it was before, when he didn't know the identity of the old man, Xu Guangling would have been very surprised by such two documents, especially the latter.

But now, he was just surprised, but not the least surprised.

"Alright, humble words. Zhang Lao said lightly, "From today on, I have nothing to teach you." In the future, if nothing happens, you don't need to come here again. ”

"Teacher, are you going to expel me out of the door and don't want me anymore?" Xu Guangling was really surprised at this time, and then said pitifully.

"Idiot!" Zhang Lao took Xu Guangling's two hands, wrapped them in his two big hands, and held them, "You are a disciple of the teacher, and you will always be." You are proud and proud of your teacher, you don't need the future, you just need it now. ”

"It's just that the chicks will eventually leave the nest. ”

"Moreover, the growth of a great master needs a higher, farther and larger space, and he can't always live in a small building. ”

"Leaving here, you can really erect yourself. ”

The old man spoke slowly, but also emotionally, and even with emotion.

Xu Guangling's nose unconsciously became sour, but then he still smiled and said, "Teacher, if I don't come, who will cook the dinner every day?"

"Are you really a cook?" Hearing Xu Guangling's words, Zhang Lao scolded with a smile, "Let's go, let's go, let's go now, at least for a year, don't let me see you!"

Xu Guangling fell silent.

After a long silence, he gave the old man a gentle hug.

The old man patted him on the back.

"Boy, only give your teacher a hug, I didn't?" said Mr. Chen at this time.

"Old Chen, in the disciple's heart, you are my teacher as well, and you have been for a long time. Xu Guangling turned around and gently hugged the old man just like he had just done to Elder Zhang.

"Humble words, come on!"

"I'm waiting for you to become a great grandmaster, and then I'll come and see us two bad old men. ”

Old Chen said in a deep voice.

He also said "humble words" to Xu Guangling again.

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The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

Friends who don't know much about ancient life and terms may not know that the "bed" here is not our bed today, but refers to the fence of the well. So in the above two poems, the scene of the poem is outside, in the courtyard or further outside the village entrance or something, not inside the house.

A little bit of explanation.

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