Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

Actually, Heaven is not a place where stories are abundant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's a place of seclusion, sparse cottages, people living in peace and quiet, as if nothing unexpected ever happens. Therefore, every time I finished compiling a section of the textbooks of "The History of the Han Dynasty" and "Tales from Beyond the Heavens", a fast horse from the royal palace would fly in and take the textbooks away, and the king would have a sneak peek at them, and then pass them on to the prime minister and others. Soon after, these stories began to circulate among the people.

However, these stories have lost their meaning to me. A person's life always has to be enriched with new stories, otherwise, life is really too lacking in passion and novelty, and what is the meaning of a life without passion and novelty? After a long harsh winter and rainy season, life seems to have been covered with moldy by the stuffy air in the room, and the mood is so depressed that I can almost breathe. I really admire those scholars who can work diligently in the school village all the year round, they can stay in that monotonous and boring school village for many years, and teach their little things to students over and over again. If I had such an easy-going and steady disposition, I probably wouldn't be here at this moment. I am a natural adventurer who likes the new and hates the old, and I am not willing to be silent, and there is too much romance and novelty in my blood, and I always feel that there is a fresh and mysterious temptation calling me in some unknown place. So, I think, it's not necessarily a good thing to have too much fantasy and romance, because too much temptation and too much quest can bring a lot of distress and disappointment, and sometimes unnecessary disasters. From this point of view, Lao Tzu's idea of quiet and non-action is very meaningful. What is the pursuit of life in life?

In fact, life is just about pursuing an experience and enriching it. The richness of the experience is different due to different interests. But my experience is to pursue spiritual pleasure and spiritual expansion, rather than material pleasure and vanity. Therefore, the harsh winter and rainy season I experienced in Liangchuan School Village was a kind of rest and preparation for my spiritual expansion again. During this long farming season, I feel more tireless and dedicated than ever before, and the harvest and results may be unprecedented. I have successively compiled "Musical Score Recognition", "History of the Han Dynasty" and "Tales from Beyond the Heavens" into books. This combination and arrangement of Chinese characters is a kind of delicate and laborious mental work, which requires a person to overcome laziness, eliminate distracting thoughts, hold his mind and calm his breath, and persevere in pen creation. The thoughts stored in the mind are often thin and scattered, and only through pen and ink writing and thinking and creation, can they be dense and concise, deep and incisive, and more deep and evocative. To a certain extent, this kind of thought, which condenses wisdom and painstaking efforts into words, is more thoughtful and insightful. At the same time, the combing of words also provides an orderly programming and sorting of the thoughts in your head, so that your oral expression is more organized and concise. This may be the reason why people who are diligent in writing and ink have sharp thoughts and well-flowing ideas.

On the day when the southeast wind had just blown into the Yangchuan River. Yilan came to the school village in the dust. In the past two months, I have been severely damaged by staying up late to compile books, and I always feel chest tightness and dizziness, and my whole body is weak, and I have become extremely weak and thin, as if I am suffering from a serious illness. So, these days, I have been lying in the house all day, except for taking medicine, which is to recuperate. When I saw Yilan suddenly appear in front of me, I felt that a cold heart was suddenly warmed by the spring light, and my heart couldn't help but tremble violently and excitedly. I hurriedly got up from the bed, hugged her cold body, stuffed her in the warm quilt, and hugged her body tightly.

When Ylang wiped my face with his hand, he asked me in surprise, "How is Childe so thin?" "I told Yilan about staying up late to make books and recuperating from illness. When Elam heard this, he was very annoyed and said, "The body is the foundation of a person, and the compilation of books is something outside the body. How can a child damage his body by compiling a book? Doesn't Childe know that if his body is damaged every day, it will fall roots, which is easy to recur and cause endless damage? With that, Yilan lifted the quilt, jumped off the bed, and said, "I want you to stay at home, but you are restless, insist on going out, and end up in such a miserable situation." ”

I had never seen Yilan so angry, and I knew that she was heartache and pity herself, so I said guiltily, "Sister-in-law is angry, sister-in-law Longhua remembers this." It's just that I don't know how my sister-in-law knew that Longhua was sick? Yilan sighed and said, "How did I know that Childe was sick?" I'm here to ask Childe to go back and farm with me. "It turned out that as soon as the wind turned, the seasons changed, and the southeast wind blew the steam over the hot river to this side of the river, and the fields began to warm up from the spring cold on the south-facing slopes covered with ice and snow. The hot wind is slow, the snow and ice are melting, and now it is the spring season for farmers to plant rice.

I said, "Even so, Longhua will go back to the village with his sister-in-law." Yilan shook her head bitterly and said, "Childe is so weak, I'm afraid that he can't even resist illness, how can he resist the heavy labor of farming in the fields?" "However, if I don't go back, then the whole burden of spring planting will have to be on Yilan's alone. Usually, I run to other people's places whenever I have hardships and difficulties, but now, people can really use me, how can I retreat? So, I said, "Sister-in-law, although I am sick, I am not seriously ill, and besides, I am a man, and even if I am sick, I am better at work than a woman." The woman thought for a moment and said, "It's okay for Childe to go back with me, but we have to focus on recuperation, supplemented by farming." Then he asked me to get dressed and get up.

Although the spring breeze blows, the sun is shining. But the air in the mountains is still cold, and the shade of the mountain is still covered with snow. But unlike Liangchuan, the slopes along the Rehe River are already green and bright. Flocks of beautiful birds flutter through the air trembling and laughing like spring. Ylan and I went down early in the morning to the fields on the edge of the Rehe River. Although the breeze blew the heat and drifted like a mist, making people feel moist and mild, but when they went barefoot into the fields, they were still freezing and bone-chilling. Because the water in the fields is melted by the snow and ice into the fields.

Ploughing paddy fields is a heavy farm job that only men can do. Iran thought that I was sick and weak, so she asked me to plant the seedlings, and she prepared a ploughshare and a horse to plow the field. But planting is a technical job, and I was afraid that I would not be able to do it well, so I insisted on plowing the land. Yilan saw that I looked good, so he asked me to try it first. I went down to the field, put the ploughshare, and shouted at the jujube red horse, and the jujube red horse dragged the plough through the paddy field. I followed behind with the handle of the plow. However, the plough sways back and forth, which is difficult to master, and the plough handle is not stable to plow. When Yilan saw this scene, he asked me to straighten up and keep my strength even. After two back and forth practices, I was able to plow the ground steadily. When Ilam saw that I was able to work on my own, she went down to the rice field and sowed the seeds.

(Please pay attention to Zhang Baotong's signed work "Poetic Emotion" documentary, short prose, life essays and short stories, and "The Great Tribulation Never Dies")