A gentleman should strive for self-improvement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the first sentence of the Prajna Heart Sutra. I don't know what year, month, day, and a Confucian master added a sentence on the first page.

On this whole page, there are no ink stains drawn by the hair of the rat's tail, only the bright red cinnabar inscribed on the snow-white paper in a color similar to blood such a famous saying that all Confucians know.

We will never know what this senior thought at the time. But this single sentence can almost sum up one of the deepest spirits of Confucianism.

Unlike the Sick, this is the handwriting of the truly strong.........

This year marks the 60th anniversary of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

Unlike this master, generation after generation of depravity...... This thought-provoking sentence did not arouse the attention of the newcomers, on the contrary, it was forgotten in the corners of history. It can only quietly attract the attention of people of insight with that bright color. Like a passer-by, he watched the transformation of the times and the changes of the world with cold eyes. Wordlessly, he poured stroke after stroke of blood into the purple demonic color.

Looking back at the humiliation of the past 100 years in modern times, we suddenly realize that sometimes we exalt ourselves too much.

Imagine, in the War of Resistance Against Japan, without the help of the Soviet Union and the United States, when would China become its own China? Perhaps you want to say that China's independence is on its own. But let's not forget, who brought international help? Please also don't forget, even if the United States wanted to invade and occupy China, but in the past, who dropped the many munitions dumped on the Japanese positions and the atomic bomb, which was the largest weight? Regardless of their hearts. We just need to know that on our own, our road was so difficult. And let's not forget that we used to be a group of arrogant people who quickly rose from the abyss of almost death with the help of others.

Forgot the lessons of the Celestial Empire. Forget the shame of a nation of 40,000,000 being arrogantly swept away on its own land by the army of an island nation.

Look at those new people in Hari, look at Kim Hee-sun who can take any car but can't ride in a Japanese car, then look at a certain star who saw Japan go to shoot a memoir of a Japanese geisha and meet the Japanese naked in the film, then look at those teenagers who are lost in the fast food culture, and then look at the famous brand-name gentlemen, we seem to have entered a strange circle that the sages said - after the old is broken, we use the new we have learned to break the country, and then use the new we have learned to close the door and continue to keep the old.

China is so big that all the descendants can be proud, but please don't forget, how many dynasties and kings have been destroyed by those so-called barbarians in history? Slay?

O those who slander the minorities for overthrowing the old dynasty in a barbaric way, why do you think that barbarians can conquer you civilized human beings?

You have forgotten that it is only because you yourselves have been corrupted from within yourself and then that you have been trampled on.

-- A gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement.

Chinese, how many people are striving for self-improvement?

Another culture calls our generation ...... Beat Generation ............

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"What? Don't plan to recruit yet? "After seeing the envoy, the False Xiangguo didn't seem to be in a good mood. But he also didn't forget that he still had an important thing to do. And when he saw Zhou Ziqin, who was tortured to the point that he didn't look like a human, he seemed to be a little excited.

"What's the matter? My lord? Zhou Ziqin replied with a smile - if that disgusting and distorted expression could be regarded as a laugh.

"Of course you know what I'm talking about, don't you?" Fake Xiangguo suddenly played with his hat: "I'm in a bad mood right now, you'd better tell me." ”

"Ah, by the way, Aunt Zhang's cat next door to me should give birth, right?" Zhou Ziqin twitched and smiled again.

"Really?" Fake Xiangguo also smiled: "Commander Zhao." ”

"The subordinates are here." When the wolf who was supervising the interrogation heard this voice, he now turned into a dog: "What do you command?" ”

"Go check if this Aunt Zhang is not at home." Fake Xiangguo smiled and played with his hat: "If it's not Aunt Zhang, then it should be a spy who collaborates with the enemy and pretends to be it." You should understand this, right? ”

"The subordinates know. The subordinates will do it. "This surnamed Zhao almost has no tail.

"Stop!" Zhou Ziqin gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Oh?" Fake Xiangguo laughed mockingly: "Don't you want us to go and see the newborn kittens?" ”

Zhou Ziqin gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Fake Xiangguo shook his head contemptuously, and the person surnamed Zhao went out.

"Still fighting me?" Fake Xiangguo sat down and crossed Erlang's legs, still playing with his hat in his hand, as if he was a little absent-minded, as if he was a little bored, or maybe he was just posing and playing cool.

Half a pillar of incense was not enough, and the one surnamed Zhao turned back. Wickedly laughed and dropped a few bloody heads.

That head, Zhou Ziqin recognized everyone.

It was Uncle Cai and Aunt Cai and their three children next to his official residence, the youngest of whom was the little sister, who had only turned three years old three days ago, when she was running around and talking.

Zhou Ziqin bit his already numb lips with his teeth, and that little bit of pain seemed to be unowned, but instead of reducing the guilt in his heart, it made him more and more uncomfortable. Looking at the young, but frightened eyes, suddenly, there was a cramp-like spasm rushing from his heart to his throat, and Zhou Ziqin spurted out a mouthful of blood with hatred.

"Commander Zhao, what's going on?" Fake Xiangguo asked in surprise.

"Go back to your lord," the surnamed Zhao went up and slapped the fake appearance: "These people are spies near Lord Zhou's house, I think the aunt surnamed Zhang has already been killed, right?" Therefore, the subordinates took it upon themselves to bring these spies back for interrogation, but unexpectedly, they dared to resist their subordinates, so the subordinates ordered them to be killed on the spot. ”

"Oh." Fake Xiangguo listened casually, but the sound he made next almost made Zhou Ziqin's stomach cramp: "Where did you find these spies near Lord Zhou's house?" ”

"North, my lord." The surname Zhao flattered.

"Alas!" Fake Xiangguo suddenly pretended to be surprised and said: "Just now, Lord Zhou only said that he was a neighbor, have you ever asked which side it is?" ”

"Huh?" The surnamed Zhao was just stunned, but he immediately reacted, and said, "Yes, yes, the villain forgot to ask." ”

"Yes, then you don't want to ask Lord Zhou? Don't miss the birth of a kitten, maybe I can raise one or two, old man. Fake Xiangguo laughed weirdly.

"Shut up!" Zhou Ziqin was now desperate to kill this well-dressed beast with his own hands, and writhed frantically on the torture pillar, and kept shouting: "I'll kill you!" I'll kill you! ”

Fake Xiangguo didn't talk, waved his hand, and the surnamed Zhao went with a smile, and his eyes clearly flashed with mockery and bloodthirstiness.

Zhou Ziqin has earned a few earns, but he no longer has the strength, how can he express the bitterness in his heart in words.

"A gentleman should strive for self-improvement......" Suddenly, a sentence without a source was poured into Zhou Ziqin's ears.

"A gentleman should strive for self-improvement...... Zhou Ziqin muttered in a trance.

He suddenly remembered! This sentence was the sentence that the master read most often when he was studying in a private school... At that time, he was so stubborn, he even laughed at the pedantry of the master, and beat the master by relying on the martial arts taught by the master. Now that I think about it, if I could have listened to the Master's teachings at that time, how could I have come to this point today after learning martial arts seriously?

"Master, I remember ......" Zhou Ziqin murmured as if in a nightmare.

"What?" The fake Xiangguo didn't hear what Zhou Ziqin was saying. I couldn't help but get closer.

Unexpectedly, this almost dying man suddenly burst out, gnawed firmly on his ear, and pulled it violently, until his ear was torn off.

When did the Phantom Priest suffer such a big loss? In anger, he slapped Zhou Ziqin and even hit the torture pillar to the corner of the wall, and Zhou Ziqin saw that he was out of breath and less in breath, but he still muttered in his mouth: "Master, I remember...... Master... I... Remember..."The last few words were almost inaudible, and finally, the young military general finally gave up his nostalgia for the world, turned away, and never came back......

"Whoa! Damn it! The phantasmagor-officer spat at the young man's face, "Now we have to find a reason to make up for the loss of this ear." ”

"Ahh That's right! The phantom officer suddenly laughed: "The military general Zhou Ziqin intends to narrow the little prince and threaten the prime minister to rebel. After the plot failed, he had a murderous intention towards the prime minister, stabbed with a sword, fortunately was saved by the guards in the house, Zhou Ziqin was killed on the spot by Zhao Commander, and the prime minister had a big life, but he was cut off by his violent ear. Unfortunately, the little prince was hidden by Zhou Ziqin and was not found, and he hoped that the emperor would allow him to issue a ban order to facilitate the search. ”

"Haha......" The phantom officer strode out of the prison, but he never looked at the ears on the ground again.

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