My teacher, Liu Yin, is such a weirdo. He didn't let the court officials do it, he didn't enjoy the brocade clothes and jade food, and he didn't live in the luxurious palace, but he lived in the tomb in advance. Interestingly, I became his gravedigger.

The teacher is indeed sick. I'm talking about the body. He was already suffering from rheumatism, and recently his son had died, and in addition to worrying, he had malaria. Just over the age of 40, he became deformed and had gray hair. As disciples, we all look distressed. I will persuade him, teacher, the government is going to be renewed again, since the Great Yuan Emperor has come to the Holy Decree to recruit you, you can go. Your illness is not serious, and you will definitely be cured by going to the imperial doctor. Besides, what a good thing it would be for you to go to the imperial court, take a few of our disciples with you, and move the retreat academy to Dadu!

Unexpectedly, my words annoyed the teacher. He glared at me and pointed at my nose and said, Li Daoheng, if you say such a spineless thing again, you will leave the meditation academy. You hurry to the post house, return the holy decree and horses left by the messenger, and let him forward my letter of resignation to the emperor. I don't go to Dadu, I'm in Santai Town! Before the teacher finished speaking, he was already coughing profusely.

I didn't dare squeak. I promise to quit. The teacher stopped me again, and when I come back, you and Liang Tai will go to Baiyangdian Qianli Embankment together, find a good place, and build me a tomb!

In this way, the teacher became the emperor's unsolicited minister, and I became the teacher's gravedigger.

My senior brother Liang Tai and I carried shovels and pickaxes to the Qianli Embankment. We stopped in an open place where the spring breeze was blowing and the peach blossoms were shining. This is it, Liang Tai grabbed me, and he began to measure from side to side with his feet. Here you can see the vast Baiyangdian Lake, you can see the vague Anzhou City, and you can see that Cheng Zhu Lixue has become a retreat of the Northern University. I seemed to see the thin figure of the teacher, the appearance of the students listening quietly, as if I heard the teacher's voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu: The treasure talisman mountain can be attacked, who is the best among the children and grandchildren? The swallow does not shine in the sky and the moon, and the abundant air song is in the wind. Zhao Puyuan has no Quartet aspirations, and Lan Yuan can laugh at a hundred years of work. Baigou moved to the Huai River, stop the crime and declare peace and fear of justice! This is the teacher's famous seven-law "White Ditch". The teacher has been a Confucian for generations, and he misses the previous dynasty. The earth did not move, the waters flowed, but the heavens changed. From this poem, I feel that the teacher has not yet entered the Yuan Dynasty from the shroud of Jin and Song. In this case, I don't understand, why did the teacher have another experience of being a teacher before?

I couldn't hold it back, so I asked Liang Tai, who had already started digging the ground. Liang Tai stopped working, wiped his sweat, and pulled me to sit down under the peach tree. Junior brother, the teacher's life is hard, he is literate at the age of 3, can poetry at the age of 6, and can write at the age of 7, but his mother died of dystocia as soon as he was born, and his father and grandfather died together at the age of 8. He didn't even have money for the old man's funeral. Thanks to his stepmother, who led him to find the help of Yang Shu, the Hanlin attendant, he buried his grandfather and father. Just because he remembered Lord Yang's grace and wanted to repay his favor, the teacher came to Dadu under the recommendation of Lord Yang and the Hebei Provincial Punishment Envoy Bu Humu, and worshiped Cheng Delang and Dr. Youzanshan. The teacher is a Confucian, but he doesn't just want to study, he also wants to go into politics. Because, the prince is really virtuous and virtuous, and implements a new policy. The teacher wanted to accomplish what his father did not want. His father only made a small Wuyi order, and finally died of poverty. The teacher is afraid of poverty, and the teacher wants to win wealth and help the world with his knowledge. Therefore, the teacher stood on the position of real gold and did not ignore the wood, and actively participated in the new deal. But the crown prince failed to fight Kublai Khan's favored Ahmad group, who slandered that the prince wanted to seize the throne, but the emperor deposed the prince. Zhenjin was afraid of fire this time, and he died of fright and became rotten wood. The teacher's hopes for the prince of Zhenjin were dashed, and he resigned from the government after saying that his mother was ill and returned to Santai Town to live in seclusion. By the way, Dao Heng, have you read the teacher's poem "Autumn Lotus"? That's what he wrote when he returned to Santai Town. The thin shadow pavilion is not self-contained, and the light fragrance is not clear. It is unbearable to reduce the red sales, and it is even more cold in the lake.

I want to want the whole night festival of the green house, how do you know that the white dew has been in the autumn wind. Sheng Aging's eyes are still there, don't let the flat boat wine be empty. I groaned from my brother's stubble. I said, not only have I read it, but I also know that the teacher has been in seclusion for more than 20 years. With the help of your father, Liang Haoran, the teacher founded the ashram. Concentrate on research, write poetry and teach, do not interact with the minister, and enjoy the joy of lake water alone. But the teacher's fame is as great as ever. In the north, who doesn't know the meditation gentleman who advocates "quiet self-cultivation" and has the reputation of Zhuge Kongming? Therefore, Kublai Khan understood the significance of the prince's new policy, and after successively killing the right prime minister of the Ahmad monk Shangshu Sange, he turned back to Zhao Shi to return to the court. This time, Kublai Khan's old boy gave him a scholar of Jixian University, a doctor of Jiasuan, and three grades of official residence! Senior brother, what a good thing this is, why don't you say the teacher doesn't go? If he doesn't go, he will scold me and let us both build a tomb for him. I've seen people build coffins before they die, but I've never seen people dig their own graves before they die. Hee-hee, the teacher is such a weirdo!

Liang Tai patted me on the shoulder and stood up. He looked at the sky through the gap between the peach blossoms. A line of egrets flew from the reeds to the sky. The teacher is not strange at all, the teacher wants to be the egret that flies to the blue sky, but the teacher thinks that he is not an egret. In fact, the teacher wants to live his life without being related to the poor and the rich. But he once went to the court on impulse. This is the regret of his life! He tormented himself and agonized himself in this repentance. The teacher is sick. This disease is not rheumatism, it is not malaria, it is not because my son died, it is a heart disease! You said that the teacher has such a heart disease, can he still participate in politics and court battles again! The teacher asked us to dig the grave in advance, because he wanted the pain to intensify, to let death come in advance, and to want the breeze and clear water of Baiyangdian to filter and wash away the shame of his former office!

I stopped talking, I silently picked up my shovel and got to work hard. My sweat and tears flowed down my face.

After the grave was dug up, my teacher Liu Yin moved in. He was accompanied by manuscripts full of graves and withering peach blossoms.

When the peach blossoms in front of the grave turned into peaches, the 45-year-old teacher passed away. His grave was surrounded by grieving egrets. Behind him stood the solemn retreat academy.