When the guns of the West opened the ancient doors,

A century of humiliation,

Let's throw away the roots of our ancestors.

5,000 years of civilization,

Gone in the sound of gunfire,

The once glorious national arts,

It has become a historical void.

What we discarded,

It is not only the roots of the nation,

There is also the wind of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the soul of Yan Huang.

Huaxia, Nanhu Province, Xingcheng, Zhonghai University.

There are still a few days left for the winter vacation, and the heavy snow has been falling for several days in a row, and there is no intention of stopping. The clammy cold that seeps into the bone marrow in the south is particularly terrifying in such a climate.

"Bang!" Zhang Dashan walked out of the teaching room quickly, and pushed the heavy glass door open with a single press of his hand. The cold wind blew on his face, Zhang Dashan took two breaths of cold air, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, but the cold air that went straight into his heart could not extinguish the anger in his chest, but had a tendency to intensify.

He unzipped his down jacket, took off his coat and tied it around his waist, revealing his close-fitting black vest, and ran towards the mountain behind the school in the face of the wind and snow.

The cold wind is cold, the face is like a knife, the snowflakes are falling down, and the campus is crystal clear, and there are few pedestrians. At Zhang Dashan's speed, in a few minutes, the mountain behind the school was already in sight.

Zhonghai University is built on the side of mountains and rivers. In front is the Chenhe River, the largest river in Nanhu, behind is Yunlu Mountain, a famous mountain in ancient times, and the mountain behind the school is the foot of Yunlu Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, a pond was built, some lotus lotus roots were planted in the pool, and on the pond were historical relics, the Zhongwu Pavilion, one of the top ten famous pavilions in China, recorded the life deeds of the national hero Yue Fei.

It's cold and snowy, and it's exam week, the originally lively Zhongwu Pavilion is now empty, only two lonely winter plums are holding on in the wind and snow, which is a rare time of the year to be clean.

The arrow stepped up the steps, Zhang Dashan's running speed slowed down, and while circling around the pool, he moved the joints and muscles in his body, and the pent-up anger in his heart gradually calmed down in the vigorous exercise just now.

Zhongwu Pavilion, full name Yue Zhongwu Wang Pavilion, is built by the government to commemorate Yue Fei, a famous military strategist in the Southern Song Dynasty, and has been built for more than 100 years.

Yue Fei, a famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty, fought horses all his life, repeatedly performed miraculous feats, and finally died unjustly. After his death, Xiaozong rehabilitated Zhaoxue, nicknamed Wumu, Ningzong added him as the king of E, and Lizong added Zhongwu, so he was named Yue Zhongwu Wang. [In Chinese history, the nickname Zhongwu is the highest honor that a military general can receive after his death. Such as the Three Kingdoms Zhongwu Hou Zhuge Liang, the Eastern Jin Dynasty General Wang Meng, the Tang Dynasty Wei Chi Gong, the rebuilding of the Tang Dynasty Guo Ziyi, the Ming Dynasty founding general Chang Yuchun, etc.

Zhang Dashan walked through the relief corridor, thinking of Yue Fei's various deeds in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart.

Zhongwu Pavilion is about four or five meters high, the circumference is more than 20 meters, it is a regular hexagonal stone and wood structure, the hexagonal heavy eaves are topped, the top is covered with yellow glazed tiles, the hexagonal upturning, the following is decorated with a thick arm like a child's arm, crystal clear, like the sharp ice edge of the tip of a sword, a spear and a sword. The pavilion is provided with a forehead fang on six sides, the forehead is equipped with a solid wood hollow hanging, the inner top is a hexagonal caisson well, painted with a colorful painting, the pavilion is surrounded by a white stone guardrail, and the railing is covered with snow.

There is a bluestone tablet in front of the pavilion, the front of which remembers Yue Fei's life deeds, and the back is two poems. There is a stone table, about one meter, and eight stone benches, although there is no snow on it, but it is covered with a thick layer of ice, which shows the severe cold of the climate.

Although Zhang Dashan often comes to Zhongwu Pavilion, or plays and relaxes, or practices martial arts and boxing, but at this time, there is a special flavor, especially when he is the only one, and he is inevitably more high-spirited.

What is recorded in front of the stele is Yue Fei's life deeds, needless to say.

On the back of the stele, it is engraved with Yue Wumu's famous article "Man Jianghong, Angry Hair Rushing to the Crown".

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest.

Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame dust and earth,

Eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!

Jing Kang is ashamed, still snowing,

When the courtiers hate, when will they perish.

Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain!

The strong man is hungry for the meat,

Laughing and thirsty for the blood of the Huns.

Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!

Every word, every stroke, is a golden iron horse, swallowing like a tiger.

Under the stele, there is also a poem engraved, but it was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister and national hero of the Ming Dynasty.

Pima came south to cross the Zhejiang River, and Bian Cheng Palace was far away.

Whoever surrenders to the enemy will be the traitor of the country and the traitor will discuss peace.

The yellow leaf ancient ancestral hall is cold and rainy, and there are many green mountains and barren mounds and white clouds.

How to say goodbye to Zhu Xianzhen, and don't see the general playing a triumphant song.

Although this poem does not have the fierceness of "Man Jianghong" to break through the mountains and rivers and defeat the enemy, it is also a rare hand-me-down, which makes people feel agitated and difficult to self-contained.

At this time, Zhang Dashan and the wind and snow, reading this poem "Man Jianghong" word by word, the words are round and high-spirited. Although he does not have the heroism of Yue Fei's golden soldiers, he is also heroic and has a bit of heroic spirit. Although he only wore a vest, when he was reciting, Zhang Dashan only felt a warm current surging from his spine, rushing straight to his brain, all over his body, his blood boiling, and his chest rose with pride, and he didn't feel cold at all.

Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, Zhang Dashan stepped on his left foot, his body was cushioned, and the whole person was like a dexterous swift, and he suddenly jumped onto the stone table covered with ice, and his movements were terrifyingly fast. You must know that the stone table is covered with ice, not to mention rushing up at such a fast speed, even if someone helps you to step on it carefully, you will be unsteady on your feet, and you will fall and break your head and bleed.

But as soon as Zhang Dashan stepped on the cushion and scurried, the whole person landed on the stone table steadily, and it took root and nailed under his feet, and he was as stable as a rock.

Zhang Dashan fell on the ice like a feather, without making a sound, but the soles of his feet seemed to be smeared with oil, his legs moved quickly, along the edge of the stone table, he walked quickly, his palms turned into a shelf of gossip palms, the shape of his palms changed like the wind, and his legs and feet seemed to cut mud.

He bent and walked through the mud, his legs like scissors, and his body turned left and right, sometimes high and sometimes low. When the body rises one zhang high, such as the dragon ascends to the sky, almost the top of the pavilion, when the body falls, it is like a harrier drilling into the forest, dexterous and agile, it is difficult to see a trace. The body shape is twisted and turned, walking and changing, criss-crossing, fast as the wind, it is difficult to see the shape, looking ahead, suddenly behind, dazzling, unpredictable and real.

The palm is even more out of the gods and ghosts, sometimes up and down drill over, horizontal straight into, stretch steadily, strength is heavy, sometimes rolling diamond contention, meaning such as flying flags, avoiding the right and oblique, it is really a combination of rigidity and softness, thousands of twists and turns, the song is hidden, the straight is in the song, it is difficult to predict the virtual reality, the prevention is not very preventive, and it shows the wonder of the yang fire and yin charm.

When Zhang Dashan came out of his palm, God and the will, the will and the qi, the qi and the force, walked slowly, the strength was calm, and the shape was like pushing and grinding. When closing the palm, the hands and feet are closed, the elbows and knees are closed, the shoulders and hips are closed, and the light is out and retracted, like an arrow off the string.

Single palm, double palm, homeopathic palm, back palm, turn palm, grinding palm, turn palm, turn back palm, eight palms in the hands of Zhang Dashan to make the tiger and tiger wind, as you like, obviously has already reached the peak, change from the heart.

Zhang Dashan came out and closed, with strength but not force, but between each action, he made his strength to every part of the body, every joint, a set of palm techniques, eight eight sixty-four palm postures, Zhang Dashan's whole body was agitated, every joint was active, no matter whether it was mental or physical strength, it was full of abnormality.

With the completion of the last palm gesture, Zhang Dashan slammed his feet, the soles of his feet and five toes suddenly exerted force, his whole body was full of strength, his body flashed, he stepped on eight steps in a row, stepped on the eight stone benches next to the stone table, and landed lightly. As soon as he landed, Zhang Dashan's body was like the wind, and his palm was like a knife, and he quickly circled around the stone table, and his hand knife was sharpened.

"Whew!h

On the eight stone benches, there were eight conspicuous footprints, each about half an inch deep, which clearly reflected the texture of Zhang Dashan's sole, and as for the footprints on the stone table, it was even more shockingly deep.

"In the deeds of those who came before us, look for the moving strength and make yourself fight for the path. ”

"Hot-blooded chivalry, loyal to the country. It turns out that this is the source of my strength, my way. Zhang Dashan rubbed the stone tablet, and his heart was shaken. At this moment, his thoughts had already flown to the Southern Song Dynasty thousands of years ago, looking at Yue Fei's invincible posture on horseback and spear, crisscrossing the battlefield, and admiring his invincible strength and invincible Dao.

"Jing Zhong repaid the country Yue Wumu, and stepped through the Jin soldiers to recover from the Central Plains. How do you know that a juniper hero dies, and he hates the storm and prison for eternity. ”

"Your Tao has been realized a hundred years ago, at the moment when Huaxia was founded. But my way has only just begun. ”