In an old-fashioned restaurant in the Confucius Temple, the seat is behind the store, and there is a railing overlooking the Qinhuai River.

Huang Renlao, Liang Shuming, Luo Longji, and Zhang Shenfu all arrived first, as well as a few friends of the Democratic League. They were a little surprised at first by my uninvited guest, but after I asked to join the host, they all welcomed me as a companion. I myself felt a little embarrassed, and I was afraid of too many people, so I couldn't sit down, so I quit a few times, but I was retained. I went down calmly for half a point.

It was the first time I saw the Qinhuai River. The river is not wide, and there are people on the other side, so you can only think of the river in Venice. The water of the river is dark in color and seems to smell fishy. But I didn't feel disillusioned. Because I have known for a long time that the Qinhuai River is silted, I have no illusions about it, and of course there is no disillusionment. There are also some yachts on the river, similar to the boats in Xuanwu Lake, but some are obvious so-called painting boats, floating with the thin shadows of Li Xiangjun and Ge Nenniang.

Ren Lao wrote a poem on a slip of paper, and he showed it to me. It was a poem of seven rules, entitled "My Heart".

Is my heart short or violated? Ten years of memories are only without clothes.

Standing up and pushing and pulling, the mouth is rather worried about the rights and wrongs of the public?

Yuan Jing was beaten and died? The nest is empty, and the swallow knows how to return.

Who is benevolent and who is honest can ask, where is Xu Caiwei in Xishan?

(The punctuation is added after the author, and the three words under the seventh sentence may be slightly misremembered.) ）

Ren Lao didn't add any explanation, and I didn't make any inquiries, but I felt that I knew a lot about the poem.

Ren Lao is nearly seventy years old, which is the age of "pleasing from the heart and not exceeding the rules" to enter the holy realm, so he is afraid of the danger of occasionally exceeding the rules.

Ten years of anti-Japanese war, a total of no clothes, the same enemy and hatred, and the victory was achieved, but now it has become a memory. Unity gives birth to rifts, hostility is against oneself, thinking about the present and the past, can you not be melancholy? Ten years is not a short time, but because of this, it is not too long.

There are rumors that the authorities will rely on the elders of the post of education minister to divide the NLD. Therefore, everyone is full of money, and people who generally love Ren Lao also whisper about it, thinking that Ren Lao may be shaken. The couplet of the poem seems to be an answer to such rumors and private opinions. I remember that Yuan Shikai seemed to have used the post of Minister of Education to recruit Ren Lao, but Ren Lao did not fall into the traitorous male.

The mood is undoubtedly lonely, but it is also hesitating. During the **** meeting, Ren Lao's residence was unreasonably searched by the military and police. The fish that was beaten into the abyss like this, although he wanted to die, he still couldn't bear it. Go back to your post, the vocational education movement is abandoned. This empty post is worth nostalgia, just like the purple swallow in spring, go back to your empty nest, right?

The distinction between righteousness and benefit cannot allow you to have the slightest mixture. There is a clear distinction between the two and there can be no room for neutrality. Like Bo Yi and Shu Qi, they did not approve of King Yin Xuan or King Wu of Zhou, and that attitude of self-cleanliness seemed to be unmaintainable. "Where is Xishan Xu Caiwei?" Do you want to go to the rose? Still don't want to go? Or do you want to but can't go? Give food for thought.

Leaning on the railing, I read the meaning of the poem, and in my own mind I annotated it sentence by sentence, but I did not say it. Poetry is a matter of opinion, especially old poems. These explanations may not necessarily be the poet's original intention, and the correct interpretation depends on the poet's own actions.

At first, I wanted to rhyme with a song, but I brewed it in my heart for a while, but I gave up. For no reason, I thought of Wang Jinggong, who lived in seclusion in Zhongshan after Xining's resignation, and I don't know what else can exist in his ruins?

In Chinese history, despite the restrictions of the times, there is probably only one Wang Jinggong who can think about the people, right? Wang Jinggong's policy was only to control the land wealth of the powerful annexors, so that the poor people would be less exploited and eat more bowls of white rice. However, the doctors of the world were in a daze. This commotion has been in an uproar for a thousand years, not only causing Wang Jinggong's career to fail, but also his heart has been wronged for a thousand years. It's not easy to be a person, but it's also difficult to know people. It was a similarly fatalistic struggle between the peasants and the landlords. If the life of the landlord and the consciousness of the landlord are not eliminated, Wang Anshi will not be able to truly understand it. Today, almost everyone can shout the slogan "the tiller has his land", and some are already advocating that "the soldier gives the land", but if you are a landlord and want you to take out a few acres of your own land and hand it over to the tiller or a soldier, what will happen to you? Wang Anshi has been lonely for a thousand years, and Sun Yat-sen is about to be lonely until the first century, and there are Sima Guang and Cheng Mingdao everywhere.

Guests came one after another, Jiang Yanfang, Sheng Pihua, Bao Dasan, Hu Ziying, Luo Shuzhang, and two others whose names I don't know. There are too many people, and there are more than twelve. Liang Shuming retired first. I myself began to feel presumptuous again, and my poise was reduced by half and minus by one.

Jiang Yanlao is a few years younger than Ren Lao, but they seem to be friends. He likes to use family rhymes to joke with Ren Lao, and sometimes he even makes Ren Lao's face red. He was also quite excited, and said a lot of impassioned words about the Xiaguan incident, and said that Ren Lao was the person he admired the most, and Ren Lao's words were his "edict".

- Mr. Guo, Mr. Luo, what I can't forget is our visit to the hospital last night: Do you want to make friends, Luo Lao Ren is always enough friends, and my old Jiang is also enough friends.

Ren Lao took Jiang Yanlao and me by the hand and said, "Okay, you can be friends."

I just politely said: I think of you two as teachers.

- Zhou Enlai is worthy of admiration, I thank him, I ate two cups of milk he sent last night.

- Ren Lao, when you are so poor, you still take money to treat you, I feel sad. When I return to Shanghai in the future, I want to return the table, and it will be at my home. Mr. Ren, please make an appointment with Mr. Guo, Mr. Luo, Mr. Zhang, and all gentlemen. ……

After the banquet, it was almost Jiang Yanlao who was talking alone, and he was very bold in drinking, and even the person who had quit drinking had a few drinks with him.

Mr. Ren said to me: He is not a simple businessman, he has made great contributions to education. If anyone has children, the Weiyu Middle School he founded is worth recommending. You can rest assured that your children will be placed there, and you will never be educated to become a bad person.

It reminds me of my own children. In Shanghai, it's still young. In Japan, I can't return to my home country for a while. I asked if there was a primary school? It is said that there are none. Educating one's children to become not bad people is really a matter of concern for everyone today. Hypocrites are all talking, trying their best to raise other people's children into eagles or slaves. It's really sad and miserable!

Suddenly there was a singing sound boiling in the Qinhuai River. My ears can't hear what it's about. I guess it's nothing more than a minor key or a flat drama.

A friend found it noisy and added a disgusted criticism. But the old man said nonchalantly: This is quite interesting.

yes, I think it's going to be interesting, too. A thought suddenly flashed in my mind: in ten or twenty years, the water of the Qinhuai River will definitely be clean, and the singing may be more agitated, but it is no longer a human flesh market.

This is another fantasy I have about the Qinhuai River, but I don't believe it will be disillusioned. The day the people are turned over, the power of the people can create miracles everywhere.

- That's interesting!

I longed for to swim the Qinhuai River again in ten or twenty years, and Ren Lao, Jiang Lao, and all the elders in the rankings were still alive.