"Although the turtle is long, there is still a time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The beetle snake rides the fog and eventually turns into ash.

Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles.

The martyrs are in their twilight years, and their hearts are strong.

The period of profit and contraction is not only in the sky.

The blessing of recuperation can be eternal.

Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song. ”

Although Situ Xing's state was sluggish, and his qi and blood were a little depleted, his voice was as clear as ever, and there was an indescribable fighting spirit in his voice.

It seems that he is a copper pea that cannot be broken, flattened, or bitten, no matter how many tribulations fate gives him, he has the courage to laugh at life.

No one thought that Situ Xing would be able to be calm and make poems in this situation, and they were all a little stunned.

"It's!"

"How is that possible?"

"How could he possibly make poetry in such a state!"

"Demon, really demonic, fortunately he doesn't have much longevity, otherwise, in front of him, anyone will become bleak. ”

Even Huo Feiran, the governor of North County, was shocked, and his eyes showed disbelief.

He also didn't expect that in the face of such a heavy blow, Situ Xing not only did not sink, but would grieve as strength and make popular poems.

But there is no pause in the slightest hint of literary tone, like bamboo shoots after the rain, and like sesame seeds in the field, emerging from the poetry raft, rising higher and higher.

One inch!

Two inches!

Three inches!

Four inches!

。。。

The tone kept rising, and the bronze bell hanging in the North County Literary Academy rang again.

There is no doubt that this poem is another Narushu poem.

The Confucian scholar who spoke sarcastically was even more shocked and incredulous. Even if he was repulsed in his heart and hostile to Si Tu's punishment, he had to admit that this poem was a rare masterpiece.

In the poem, "Although the turtle is long, there is still a time." Teng snake ride the fog, and eventually turn into ashes. ”

It denies the immortality of sacred objects such as turtles and snakes, and shows that life and death are natural laws that cannot be violated.

The phrases "still" and "in the end" are calm.

In the following four sentences of "Lao Ji", the tone turned to passionate, and the pen was thunderous, which made the image of this "domineering" hero leap onto the page.

"The old man is in ambush, with a thousand miles of ambition, and the martyr is in his twilight years, and his heart is strong. "The pen is strong, the rhythm is heavy, and it contains a heroic spirit of self-improvement.

"Strong-hearted" expresses the need to have a never-ending pursuit of ideals and a positive and enterprising spirit, always optimistic and energetic, self-improvement, and maintain ideological youth.

"The period of profit and contraction is not only in the sky, but the blessing of recuperation can be eternal. It shows a deep and euphemistic style, giving people a sense of intimacy and warmth. The whole poem is full of ups and downs, but also meticulous in mechanism, shining with the light of philosophical wisdom, and sending out a sense of progress, vibrating with an optimistic tone. The artistic style is unpretentious, lofty and impassioned, showing the poet's enterprising spirit of self-improvement and optimistic spirit of loving life.

The length of a person's life span is not entirely determined by the sky, as long as you maintain physical and mental health, you can prolong your life.

"The blessing of recuperation" does not mean sitting and recuperating with nothing to do, but it means that a person's mental state is the most important thing, and should not be depressed due to the twilight of life. Here we can see the poet's negative attitude towards the mandate of heaven, and the optimistic spirit of having confidence in things in man, expressing the ambition and pride of not being willing to grow old, not believing in the destiny of heaven, constantly struggling, and never stopping the pursuit of great ideals.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Slap in the face!

Looking for everyone, it was as if they heard a series of slaps in the face.

You just said that being old and not dying is a thief!

People made a heroic essay on "Turtle Although Shou", not only the idea, but also the literary algae are the choice of the moment.

And in the end, it was sublimated to "Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

They looked at the Confucian with some sympathy, this face hurt enough!

And he can only pinch his nose and admit it.

Blood and teeth swallowed into the stomach.

If you don't admit it, then you are not a gentleman, you are a villain!

Situ Xing is still that temper, and he has not been restrained because of the damage to Yangshou and his early birth.

As always, there will be revenge.

Although I feel that it is not in line with the golden mean of the saint, I have to say that there is an indescribable understanding in my heart.

Uphold the heart, the mind is clear.

The Confucian student's face was red, as if he had just been slapped, and his eyes showed humiliation.

But how could Situ Xing let him go like this?

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

It is as if there are several huge copper drums beating in my heart, and the true meaning contained in the poem is like a wave, and there is a tendency to rise higher and higher.

Confucianism's body is like a flat boat in the waves, and he can't help himself, constantly retreating.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

It was as if there was an invisible fist, slamming heavily into his chest, and it came vigorously, and Confucius took a few steps backwards in a row, and his whole body was tumbling with qi and blood. His face turned pale, and there was even more unconcealable fear in his eyes.

Why is this happening?

Shouldn't Situ be disheartened now?

Moreover, the Great Qian's founding of the country for 300 years, the world has been peaceful for a long time, and most of the literati's poems are whitewashed and peaceful.

How could he have made such a passionate poem?

He was puzzled, and the eyes of the others showed surprise.

In the 300 years since the founding of the country, the wind and rain have been smooth, and there has been no war. Today's literati are like flowers in a greenhouse, which have not been baptized by wind and frost at all.

Therefore, most of their poems are in Jiangnan minor, graceful and soft.

Suddenly hearing this kind of golden iron horse, the words of the poem are impassioned, and I am inevitably surprised.

Deviant!

What an outrage!

Now that Daqian is a rare and prosperous era, Situ Xing actually wrote such deviant words.

Looking at the Confucian scholar who kept retreating, his breath was a little chaotic, and there were obvious signs of rupture of his literary courage.

The scene was as silent as death, no one squeaked, let alone cheered, and everyone's eyes showed a look of shock.

Shoot ruthlessly!

Kill decisively!

Leave no stone back!

Some of these Confucian scholars living in greenhouses can't understand and can't agree with them. Fortunately, Situ did not intend to gain their approval, as long as they were afraid, even if they achieved the goal of "killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys".

As for love, Situ Xing, who is a legalist, said that he didn't understand this.

Fear!

Fear is enough!

Born in several big families, the scholars who went to the border to pass the border, and the scholars who were elected by everyone as "celebrities" were also hesitating.

Because of their background, they have seen a lot of blood, and they have not been taken by the aura of Si Tu. They hesitated, not because Si Tu's poems were bad, nor because they were too well written.

It's that they don't know what to say about it.

From the perspective of academic literature, there is no need to evaluate it at all, and the rising literary tone has already explained everything.

But the text of Situ Xing seemed to them to be a bit deviant.

A heavy boulder was thrown down in the deep pool that had been leveled for a long time, and not only there were ripples, but also monstrous waves.

And the turtle and the snake are all sacred objects, and they have always been regarded as long-lived and immortal beings.

The county kings in the palace also often worship, or compare themselves with turtles and snakes, praying for blessings and longevity.

However, Situ directly denied the two, and believed that "the turtle has longevity".

Although his words are not unreasonable, they are inevitably a little taboo.

After all, as an emperor, he has unparalleled authority and wealth from all over the world, and his greatest wish is to live forever like a "turtle" and a "snake".

For this reason, they did not hesitate to canonize real people, reuse warlocks, and refine pills.

Although Emperor Qiandi of this dynasty is not as obsessed with the art of pills as Emperor Wu, he often prays for longevity.

"It's a taboo!"

"It will definitely be disliked by the king!"

The scholars dressed in Confucian robes with frosty faces exchanged glances with each other, and they all saw shock and hesitation in each other's eyes, even if they were not afraid, they had to consider whether their words would affect the family.

Some people even subconsciously looked at Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, and Chengjun Wang, who was dressed in military uniform, one of the two was the minister of Emperor Qian's humerus, the highest governor of Beijun.

One is the youngest son of the king of the people, the respect of the king of the county.

The attitude of the two was unknown, and the others did not dare to express their position, for fear of causing trouble, so no one spoke for a while.

Situ Xing's face remained unchanged, looking at the many Confucian students who seemed to be pinched by the neck and did not dare to make a sound, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

It has been a long time since they were peaceful, and a comfortable life has long worn out the blood in their hearts, and they have long lost the character and integrity of those who read.

I only know how to sing praises and whitewash the peace.

If the smoke of gunfire is everywhere, how many people can abide by the morality in their hearts?

In the long run, it must be servile and cynical.

"Wonderful!"

"Wonderful!"

"That's wonderful!"

Dressed in plain clothes, carrying a medicine box on his back, Hua Ping, who looked like a man among the immortals, looked at Situ Xing, slapped his palms, and his face showed appreciation and excitement.

"Wonderful!"

"Although the turtle is long, there is still a time. ”

"The snake rides the fog and ends up in ashes. ”

These two sentences are really wonderful. ”

"Doctors heal diseases, not lives. Today's warlocks want to steal the power of heaven and earth creation, and vainly try to reverse the fortune, after all, it will be in vain. Spending the moon in the mirror, conforming to the way of heaven, and maintaining oneself is the way to see for a long time. ”

"Humph!"

King Chengjun's face was gloomy, and although Hua Ping said it implicitly, he was not taking the opportunity to criticize the court for reusing warlocks and squeezing out doctors.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been punched to death or put in prison a long time ago, and he would never see the light of day.

However, this Hua Ping is different, he is a descendant of Hua Tuo, a physician and sage. He is a member of a family, and there are countless people living in North County, and he has a high reputation among the people.

Therefore, even if he was dissatisfied in his heart, he could only turn into a cold snort.

Hua Ping was not afraid, and stood there with his usual face.

A thousand-year-old dynasty, a thousand-year-old family.

Although the Hua family is not as prosperous as the Confucian Confucian family, the Meng family, and the Sun family of the military family, they are also a member of the Wannian family, and there are more medical holy books such as the "Green Capsule Book".

Even the most taboo emperors, the monarch did not dare to offend them.

After all, people eat whole grains, even if they are martial arts saints, there will always be a day when they get sick.

Therefore, he didn't care about the threat of King Chengjun at all.

King Chengjun also knew this, and when he saw Situ Xing with a calm face, a trace of evil fire suddenly rose in his heart.

"Dare to be sentenced!"

"He dared to blaspheme the gods and criticize the monarch's father. ”

"Such a disloyal and unfilial person, what virtue and respect the town, left and right, I took off his turban. ”

When the soldiers on both sides heard King Chengjun's command, there was a trace of hesitation in their eyes, Situ Xing had a high reputation in Beijun, and was respected as a saint by many people.

When they stepped forward to knock off his turban, they would surely be regarded by many as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh. There will even be literati who will criticize them.

Even if they are not afraid, they must think about the future generations of their families.

After all, everything is inferior, only the reading is high, they are just a lowly soldier, but they don't want their children and grandchildren to be reckless in the army for generations.

But when they saw King Chengjun's cold eyes, their hearts couldn't help but burst, and they didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and the nail leaf shook and was about to step forward.

The faces of the others all showed surprise, and they took off their headscarves, which meant that they would be stripped of the merits of the execution. Lost his career.

The pale Confucian with panic in his eyes, saw that King Chengjun wanted to deprive Situ of his fame, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

If Situ is deprived of his fame, his luck will definitely be greatly damaged. is too busy to take care of himself, where is there any courage that can break his courage?

Situ Xing looked at the armor soldiers on both sides and was about to step forward. The hard palm was sticking out, but there was no panic in his eyes.

His eyes looked coldly at King Chengjun.

"There is no excuse for the sin that you want to add!"

King Chengjun's face couldn't help but change greatly, this Situ Xing is really full of edges and corners all over his body, like a hedgehog, and he will be stabbed in his hands and feet if he is not careful.

It is foreseeable that this philosophical and powerful sentence will definitely spread through the mouth of Confucianism throughout the Eight Desolations, and it will be a big blow to his reputation.

Rumble!

Looking at the iron-clad and fearless execution, everyone's hearts couldn't help but rise one after another. They all looked at Si Tu Xing in surprise, and they really started to disagree with each other.