Teacher Kuang's silver hair shone in the summer afternoon sun, which was the most sleepy time, but the students in the room listened attentively, and were brought into a magical mood by the teacher's poetic language, as if they saw a handsome monk, dressed in shabby clothes, and fell into the mortal world, but could not hide the nobility and compassion that came out of their bones. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Cangyang Gyatso is a famous figure in Tibetan history. His father's name is Tashi Tenzin, and he believes in the Red Religion; The dam is Wanglam. Born in the corner of the door of the Ravo Yusong, since childhood, the aptitude is sensitive, once worshipped the fifth Panchen Lama as a teacher, the hair was ordained, and the Dharma name is Lobsang Rinchen Cangyang Gyatso. Later, he was welcomed to the Potala Palace, where he was directly trained by the famous scholar Sangyel Gyatso, where he studied astronomical calendricals, medicine and literature, and had a deep knowledge of poetry. At the age of twenty, Cangyang Gyatso, a victim of the upper ruling class's struggle for power, began his own wandering life. He has traveled to Qinghai, Gansu, Mongolia, Sichuan, Tibet, India, Nepal and other places. He used to be a beggar, gave corpses, and lived an extremely difficult life. Because he has been in contact with the broad masses of the people and has rich life practices, he has written a beautiful and moving "Cangyang Gyatso Love Song". One said that Cangyang Gyatso was killed on his way to Beijing, and that the works he wrote were written before the age of 25. He is a noble and noble king, but he has a heart that does not shy away from the world, yearning for freedom, love, and the joy of the world. In the Buddha's world, he is an "alien" who dares to break through the world. In the human world, he is known as "the most beautiful lover in the world" and dares to pursue true love. In the world of art, he is a wonderful flower, and has written many poems and love songs that have survived to this day. ”

"Teacher, what is Cangyang Gyatso's most famous poem?" Qi Yang raised his hand and asked.

Teacher Kuang pondered for a moment and said: "The benevolent see the benevolent, the wise see the wise, and it is difficult to have a universal standard to evaluate his poetry. For example, there is a poem written when he was politically frustrated, and although Cangyang Gyatso has the name of (living Buddha), he has no real power. The Tibetan Emperor Dipa has been in power alone for a long time, and he can only exist as a puppet. According to legend, he assumed the name Dasang Wangpo at night, as a noble son, lingering in the restaurants and houses on the streets of Lhasa, during this period, he stayed: live in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region. Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. This popular poem is highly regarded by many people. ”

"Teacher, which of his poems do you like the most?" Qi Yang broke the casserole and asked to the end.

Teacher Kuang closed the textbook, turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote a thick line of poems on the blackboard with a line of strong and powerful Wei tablet font, and the students couldn't help but read aloud together: "I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain." The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. ”

Teacher Kuang put down the chalk head, looked at the young and energetic faces of these students in front of him, and a pair of slightly childish eyes, and said earnestly: "The most difficult thing in life is to choose, the most difficult choice is to choose, children, cherish and enjoy your carefree student days, this beautiful time will become the warmest sunshine in your life, relying on this sunshine can shine on the darkest moment of your life in the future." In the future, you will understand that on the road of life, you must make constant trade-offs, just like scraping bones to cure poison, removing flesh and bones, it will be painful, but this is life. Just like Cangyang Gyatso said, the world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. ”

Qi Yang still had a lot of questions in his heart, he raised his hand again to ask questions, but suddenly, the bright light outside swallowed everything, the space became distorted, and the teachers and classmates seemed to evaporate in the air in an instant: "Teacher Kuang, Teacher Kuang。。。。。。。 ”

With a sweaty head, Yang Ke suddenly woke up from his dream, the surroundings were empty, the oil lamp on the desk had already burned to the end, not even a trace of green smoke was rising, through the window lattice, the sky was bright, and he only felt a splitting headache after a hangover. He struggled out of bed and moved to the neatly arranged table, a celadon bowl full of lotus seed soup, he took it and drank it in a big gulp, not even a spoon, the cool lotus seed soup made his burning stomach feel much more comfortable. Putting down the bowl, Yang Ke found a small handwritten volume, full of handwritten handwriting, which was Zhang Rui's handwriting, and when he opened it page by page, he copied some famous sentences and poems of the ancients that he casually recited and recorded, and there were very clear and detailed marks next to it, including the recorded time, Zhang Rui's feelings, and some of her own short sentences or poems. Inadvertently, a piece of plain silk slipped down from the small scroll, recording a short line of poetry: "There is no beginning, and there is an end." ”

This is a sentence recorded in the Book of Songs, which translates to "There is nothing that cannot be done well, but unfortunately there are few that can end well." There is a beginning to everything, but it rarely ends there." In some places, the handwriting has been slightly blurred, and the ink marks are mixed with tears. Yang Ke suddenly felt tightness in his chest, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground, and only heard the hurried footsteps and shouts of his own soldiers。。。。。。 ”

Tang Zhong and Wen Yang were guarding Yang Ke's bedside, arguing about something. "Old master, yesterday was still alive and well, why did you drink like this with a meal of wine, at this critical juncture, don't sell Guanzi, what is going on, you are talking?"

Tang Zhong looked at the angry Wen Yang and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I didn't say anything, I just told Miss Zhang Rui that the son is now in danger of the world and can't be distracted, so Miss Zhang Rui left these letterheads and said goodbye。。。。。。 ”

Wen Yang said angrily: "You know that Gongzi and Miss Zhang Rui are in love, don't you say these words to force them to break them up, you scholars, your stomach is twisted and turned, the eldest husband likes a woman, just marry him, how can there be so many scruples, Gongzi is too, I really don't understand what you all think." Changed to my old text, I don't care what kind of people in the world have a leisurely mouth, Lao Tzu marries his own daughter-in-law, who he loves is who, and it is about other people's birds. ”

Tang Zhong continued to shake his head and smile bitterly: "You, you, you are leading the troops to fight, Gongzi is different, he wants to rule the world, I do this so that Gongzi can return to the court without hesitation, Miss Zhang is a good girl, but she is also Gongzi's biggest demon, not to mention that if Gongzi is not tolerated by courtiers and queen mothers for Miss Zhang, wouldn't it be because of a small loss, and the gains outweigh the losses?" ”