It is only after the evening that the time to study is past that I will crawl out of the small corner where I am hiding and stumble home.

After repeating this a few times, Grandpa went from panicking at the beginning to getting used to it later.

And when Rong Siling secretly thought that her grandfather would not torture her with these things anymore, her grandfather took her to the lotus pond in the countryside to swim in the lake.

The lotus pond was full of lotus flowers, she picked one with a smile, put it in her hand and played with the tender petals, but her grandfather suddenly asked, "Siling, do you think the lotus flowers are beautiful?" ”

"Huh?" Rong Siling didn't know why his grandfather was asking this, but he nodded affirmatively and said, "Of course it's good-looking, it's fragrant, I like this!" ”

"However, the lotus flower can only be seen and not eaten, it has no effect at all, and after a while it will wither, become yellow and ugly, do you still like it?"

Rong Siling pursed her mouth, hugged the huge lotus flower in her hand, and said, "Grandpa, you are bad!" Lotus flowers don't do that! I can put it back in the water! ”

Grandpa smiled and said, "Okay, then you can also take it home and put it in the pond at home, by the way, Siling, you have also seen the leaves of the pond withered and decayed, do you still think it looks good?" ”

Rong Siling shook her head uneasily, looked at the lotus flower in her hand, and frowned: "It's not good-looking, but the lotus is different." ”

Grandpa patiently explained to her that everything has a deadline, and she didn't know why grandpa said this, but nodded ignorantly.

Grandpa changed his words and said, "Do you know why grandparents want you to study?" ”

Rong Siling suddenly became vigilant, shrunk up and looked at him, and said, "I don't want to study, it's not fun!" ”

"Then why did you like to learn from me so much when you first started? Still writing and painting every day and not letting go? ”

"That's because it's ......" Rong Siling pouted and complained: "I'm very tired, I'm not tired for a day or two, but I'm very tired all the time, my hands are sore, and my body is uncomfortable, I don't want to study!" ”

"Ao, that Siling is also like the lotus, he worked hard when he first studied, but he didn't like to study later, the lotus became withered because of time, and if Siling only played every day, his thoughts would wither."

Rong Siling trembled, although she didn't understand a little, she knew that if she didn't study, she would become as bad as a lotus.

She hurriedly climbed to her grandfather's side, sat on his lap, and said, "Grandpa, but studying is very tiring, and my friends say that those things are useless, you can't eat them, you can't play, why do we still have to learn?" I can learn how to farm from my grandfather, I like farming. ”

Grandpa touched the top of her head, and said in an old voice: "What I asked you to study is literature, and literature is indeed not of much use, neither can it be used as food or water, but these are more important things than eating and drinking." ”

"People should have faith, and Siling also has crooked nuts, right? They go to church on weekends, they either believe in God or they believe in something else, but that's faith, and these people feel that they can't do bad things, they can't lie, they can't run red lights. ”

"Siling, you don't believe in God, so why don't you lie or run a red light and steal?"

"Because grandpa said that this is not good, and lying will make you feel uncomfortable, running a red light will cause an accident, and people who steal things will be sad."

"Very good, little Siling, these are the meaning of literature."

Grandpa seemed to have a feeling, and sighed: "Literature is actually a kind of faith, a code of conduct, every era has its literary representatives, Tang and Song poems, Ming songs, some things in an era describe longing, and some depict sinister reality......"

"A person's life cannot escape the memories of the past and the hope for the future, and literary works represent these two things, recalling the past, basing on the present, looking forward to the future, and becoming the spiritual pillar of the people of the times."

Rong Siling frowned, pulled his grandfather's rough fingers, and said, "Grandpa, I don't understand what you're talking about!" ”

Grandpa said: "You are still young, you don't understand it now, and you will definitely understand it in the future." ”

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind and thin horses, the sun sets, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world."

"The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same as Kyushu. Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng. ”

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

Rong Siling was ignorant, but she vaguely understood her grandfather's loneliness, and she poked the lotus with her little finger tangled.

Pursed his mouth and said: Since grandpa has let herself study, then she will learn, it won't be difficult anyway, but she will be a little tired, maybe she can bargain with grandpa and rest for a while once in a while.

The decision she made when she was young persisted until she was seven or eight years old as governor, and her level of writing and painting was already very high.

When she was about to go to the competition, her grandfather once again took her to the lotus pond, where the lotus flowers had been defeated, and the pond looked dirty.

Grandpa sighed and said: "This world is sometimes very dirty, those political zhì are the most dirty, but literature is clean, real literature is different from the whitewashing of political zhì, it will sometimes be very spicy to say the real reality, just like Mr. Lu Xun." ”

He patted Rong Siling on the shoulder and said: "Siling, this is your competition, the literary competition, don't care about the result, because the result of the competition is reality, sometimes the reality is very cruel, but literature is soft." ”

"True literature can purify your soul, and even improve your ideological realm, let you see more truth, let you have a sense of the world, surpass yourself, and gain true freedom!"

"Confucius said: I am 15 aspiring to learn, 30 and standing, 40 is not confused, 50 is aware of the destiny of heaven, 60 ears are obedient, 70 do what I want, do not exceed the rules."

"Siling, the ultimate goal of learning is to do what you want and not exceed the rules, of course, the highest state of literature is naturally like Confucius, to spread literature, influence generations, and let them develop in the direction of goodness and goodness."

"Siling, grandpa has been teaching since he was in his twenties, and now he is in his seventies, it can be said that he is full of peach and plums all over the world, but you are my most valued student, I hope you can inherit grandpa's ambition and carry forward literature in the future, grandpa is optimistic about you!"

The young woman nodded confusedly and hesitated, "Grandpa, I'll do my best." ”

……

After a long time, not only did she fail to fulfill her grandfather's wish, but she even came to this strange interstellar world.

Here, almost no one cares about the development of literature, this is a world that only values force, not that force is not important, but such a world that lacks literature, how empty people's hearts should be?!

Perhaps, they don't care.

However, Rong Siling knows the true meaning of literature.

As Kant said, "There are two things, the more often and continuously we think about them, the more they always fill our hearts with renewed, ever-increasing admiration and awe: these are the starry sky above me, and the moral law in me." ”

It is not only literature that is lacking in this world, but also the rapid development of science and technology and the material world, but people's spiritual world is falling behind and stagnating.

Rong Siling suddenly felt a sense of pity for the people in the interstellar world.

Literature is not useless, as Francis Bacon said: "History makes a man wise, poetry makes a man witty, mathematics makes a man sophisticated, philosophy makes a man profound, morality makes a man rigorous, logic and rhetoric make a man eloquent." ”

This sentence rang in her mind, and the corners of her mouth slowly hooked up a smile.

Literature is not useless, and what she does is not unprofessional.

She will tell sù this interstellar world, this Chinese empire, what is the real literature!

But before that, she was going to fight this person, not against this person who criticized her, but with this as a starting point.

Now that this news has become an interstellar headline, she will use the momentum in front of her to have a more in-depth conversation with this person.

With so many people watching from the interstellar scene, no matter what the final result will be, it will at least build momentum for the rise of literature.

Rong Siling opened the interstellar literature network, and sure enough, the headline on the first page was the article where her literary work was criticized.

She clicked on the author's area without any concern and entered the backstage section.

Afterglow swept through her literature, adding hundreds of clicks per second, thousands more almost by the time her hand landed on the keyboard, and the number of comments skyrocketed.

With this attention, the entire interstellar literature network must be crazy.

Rong Siling pursed her lips and said in her heart: Most of the reasons for this are due to that person's sharp complaints, but there are still many strange things about this matter, Rong Siling secretly remembered it in his heart, and planned to think about it carefully later.

She created a new book titled: Who Am I? 》

The essay is only three short lines, and she uses the three ultimate questions of idealism:

Who are you?

Where are you from?

Where are you going?

After she finished typing these three lines, she wrote in the author's words: Those who can answer my questions, who can give me a satisfactory answer, I will delete the article and apologize to the people in the whole interstellar!

You guys, can you?

Or, do you dare?!

This is her provocation and challenge to the entire interstellar human race!

A literary revolution and storm begins with these three questions!