"The answer lies in Gong Zizhen's poem about the value of flowers!" Li Bi hung up the phone, he ran to the West District quickly, just now the kidnapper only said that the answer was in Gong Zizhen's poem, but he had to run forward quickly to complete it, from his location to the West District, there are still twenty minutes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Damn!" Li Bi gasped, "He deliberately put pressure on me!" ”

"The four textile factories in the West District are Green Spinning Night, Chunhong, Dingye and Qinghu. Among them, the green spinning night was opened later, and the history of the remaining three textile factories is more than 50 years, because it inherited the original textile method, since the opening of the green spinning night, the introduction of foreign advanced textile technology, the other three have been greatly impacted, so the two years have begun to decline! Li Bi searched in his mind for information about the textile factory in the West District, "So Chunhong, Dingye, and Qinghu are closer to where the kidnappers hid the hostages." ”

"Gong Zizhen's poems?" Li pen knocked on the head a few times, he didn't like poetry appreciation since he was a child, indulged in reasoning questions, his mother found out about his shortcomings, when he was a child, his mother forced him to memorize ancient poems, but when he was in junior high school, his mother died because of an accident after he never came into contact with ancient poems, and ancient poems are a dream that he dare not touch, as long as he comes into contact with ancient poems, he will think of his mother. "Mom, if you're still here, this question won't be difficult for me!"

"Mom, Xiaobi'er is in trouble right now and needs your help." Li Bi closed his eyes, trying to recall the events of his childhood, his mother loved ancient poems the most, and she always recited poems in front of Li Bi that he did not understand. At that time, Xiaobier didn't know his mother's good intentions, and he always passively accepted his mother's education.

He ran forward quickly, gulping in the fresh air, and said Gong Zizhen, the poet, Li Bi remembered his mother, and he gradually fell into the memory.

……

20 years ago, in the small park in front of Li Bi's house.

"Little Pen, Little Pen, come here." A gentle woman was running after a child, who mischievously ran forward and saw his mother being thrown far away. He turned around, stopped at the edge of the garden, stuck out his tongue, hid himself among the flowers, and said mischievously: "Humph! I don't want to stop, I don't want to be storyed. ”

"Little pen? A little pen? Where have you been? The woman did not see her son, and became a little anxious, and she increased the decibel to call his name.

"Hey, hey!" The little boy thief laughed twice, and when he poked his head out to see that his mother hadn't noticed him, he carefully took out a detective book from his pocket and looked at it seriously.

"Little pen!" The woman heard the sound of the flowers, but walked up to her, and she stood by the flowers, sighed, and said, "I know you are hiding in it again, come out!" ”

"Mother......" Li Bi lowered his head and poked his head out of the flowers, he looked at his mother innocently.

"Xiaobi'er, come out quickly, if you always get into the flowers, Xiaohua'er will get hurt......"

"Mom, do flowers have life?" Li Bi carefully crawled out of the flowers, he looked at the little red flowers one by one with a curious expression, and then looked back at his mother.

His mother was always so gentle and very good at cooking delicious food, the only thing she couldn't do was to force herself to memorize poems. His mother always said that ancient poetry is the essence left by the ancients, and you will understand the charm of poetry when you grow up!

"Flowers not only have life, but they also have a spirit of selfless dedication." The woman patiently explained, he held his son's head, and pointed to the flowers that fell on it, "Gong Zizhen has a poem that says, 'Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.'" All this was told to us by the ancients. ”

"Mom, Mom, what do those two lines of poetry mean?" Li Bi immediately became a curious baby, and he listened carefully to his mother's words.

"These two poems also contain such a philosophy, falling flowers seem to have become useless things, but from another point of view, it can turn mud and protect flowers, still valuable and functional, it contains everything in the world has two sides, useful and useless is not absolute, but relative, the key lies in the observer's perspective, lies in its own value and function."

The woman explained seriously: "Even if the fallen flowers wither, they have their own value, and he turned into silt to protect those small flowers. ”

"Oh!" Li Bi nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Xiaobi'er, you don't understand it now, but you will understand it when you grow up!" The woman took her son by the hand and walked away.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers?" His little mind remembered his first poem, and he could never forget it.

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"Mother......" Li Bi pulled back his thoughts, he gasped and stopped on the side of the road, he just thought of his mother again, he felt that his breathing was getting shorter and shorter, and his heart was about to collapse to his throat.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective ......" He sat down on the road, repeating what his mother had said, there was a bush of wild flowers swaying in the wind on the side of the road, Li Bi fell on the road, he accidentally saw the withered flowers falling among the flowers. Gong Zizhen, a poem about values? Falling red...... Spring mud ......"

"I know!" Li Bi stood up suddenly, and he said, "It's Chunhong Textile Factory!" ”

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and twenty minutes had passed, and he was in a hurry to make a call, but accidentally dropped the phone on the ground.

"Oops!" Li Bi squatted on the ground anxiously, his mobile phone fell into the flowers, he was groping anxiously, he had never been so flustered as now, "Huaxin, you have to wait for me, I will be able to save you soon!" Wait for me...... Wait for me! ”

In a nearby tall building, a pair of eyes were watching Li Bi's every move through his eyes, and when he noticed Li Bi's panic, he showed a triumphant smile.

"Found it!" Li Bi fumbled for his mobile phone, and he hurriedly dialed Huaxin's phone number.

……

"Beep ......" the phone rings

"Did you find the answer?" The man standing on the roof of the building answered the phone immediately, and he asked with a playful face: "It seems that you have a hard time finding the answer?" Still have to run this far......"

"Spring mud...... It's spring mud...... Textile mill? Li Bi's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes......" He nodded, and continued to observe Li Bi's every move through his glasses. Congratulations on passing the second level. ”

"Where's Hanashin?" He looked through his glasses and saw Li Bi clutching his hair and shouting anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you......" he smiled sinisterly. You are so abnormal, and it makes me even more convinced that your feelings for her ......"