The son of a noble family in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, he was addicted to it at first. Later, he traveled around the world and saw too much suffering in the world. He suddenly woke up, grabbed the spear in his hand, washed away the dust, and told the world that a scribe can also decide the country with a sword!
Su Dun looked around the crowd, his eyes blazing: "Confucius made it clear - a saint is a saint if he can 'give generously to the people and help others'!" "A saint is a saint not only because of his high virtues, but also because he has the ability, ability and ability to help others!" He looked directly at the student and spoke like a bell: "You quoted this sentence yourself, so let me ask you -" "If you only know how to sit in a study and talk about morality, without understanding physical principles or increasing your abilities -" "How to 'give to the people'? How to 'help the people'?" He raised his hand and pointed to the distant fields faintly visible outside the city: "The world is starving, and you want to help people, but you don't know how to farm. You don't know how to get more food in the fields - can you help?" He then pointed to the faint lights of the medicine shop in the city: "Everyone in the world is sick. You want to help people, but you don't know the nature of the medicine. You don't know which medicine can cure what disease - can you help?" Pointing to the eaves of the Yamen in the distance: "Government affairs are corrupt. You want to help people, but you don't know how to do it. You don't know how to allocate money and food, or how to manage rivers - can you help?" After three questions, the whole place was filled with dead silence. The student stood there, his face turning from red to white, then from white to red, and finally turned into ashes. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The question he was proud of was shattered into pieces by the words of a saint he quoted himself. Those who were originally dissatisfied looked at each other in confusion, but no one could say a word to refute. Su Dun looked at him quietly, with warmth in his eyes, but not the pride of a winner, only a kind of quiet tolerance. After a long time, he spoke slowly, his voice low, but his words were clear: "The way of a saint is like the sun and the moon. The sun and the moon hang in the sky, illuminating all things. Have you ever asked whether it is a scholar or a farmer who shines? Have you ever said that only a certain kind of people are worthy of being illuminated?" He paused, and his eyes scanned the whole place, scanning the students with complicated faces, and scanning the Confucian scholars who bowed their heads in thought: "Master teaches, teaching without distinction. He travels around the country and has three thousand disciples. There are Zigong who is extremely rich, and Yan Hui who lives in a shabby alley; there is Meng Yizi who was born in the aristocracy, and there is Zizhang who was born in the humble family. Did he ever say - I can only tell you this truth, and you will be superior to others after hearing it?" His voice gradually rose: "If someone reads a sage's book, but reads the book as a shackle, reads the Tao as a threshold, and reads himself as a loner - "Then what he reads is not a sage's book, but a demonic obstacle! ""If someone reads the book of sages and doesn't think about how to practice loyalty and forgiveness, how to help everyone and benefit the people, but only thinks about using this book to lift himself up and push others down-" "If someone doesn't think about how to let more people come through the door, but only thinks about how to close the door tightly and build a high wall--" "Then all the books he has read have been read into the dog's belly! "The last sentence was like a sharp sword piercing people's hearts. The student in green shirt looked pale and white, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word. Those people behind him who were originally dissatisfied also lowered their heads at this moment, not daring to look at Su Dun. The night wind blew through the tower, the lanterns swayed, and the light and shadow flowed on everyone's face. Some people looked at their hands, not knowing what they were thinking. Some people's lips moved slightly, as if they had realized something. Some people's eyes were hot, as if something had hit their hearts. Su Dun looked at everyone quietly, and when their expressions calmed down, he slowly spoke, his voice was quiet but powerful: "The learning of the saints is meant to be applied in the world! "Where to use it?" Use it to regulate the family, use it to govern the country, and use it to bring peace to the world! ""The study of things to achieve knowledge is the first of the eight eyes, precisely because-" "This study of things, which masters the principles of all things, is the foundation that can be applied in practice! "Everyone nodded, and there was no objection. Seeing everyone's expressions, Su Dun knew that the heat had come. He paused, and his tone suddenly changed: "However -" Everyone held their breath, waiting for his next words. Tonight, they were overwhelmed by wave after wave of theoretical impact. At this moment, Su Dun said "however", everyone's hearts were raised - What else was he going to say? Su Dun didn't speak immediately, and the night wind blew up his robes, and his red sleeves fluttered in the moonlight. There were waves in his heart that only he knew. Over the years, he had read many books. The original Confucian classics were very simple, teaching people to be good, teach people to be good, and teach people how to get along with the world. The problem is never the classics themselves, but the interpretation of later generations. Confucian scholars in the Han and Tang dynasties only focused on exegesis, and turned the teachings of living saints into dead textual research. Therefore, the rise of Buddha and the decline of Confucianism. In this dynasty, knowledgeable people finally couldn't sit still. Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao, Cheng Yi, Wang Anshi, and of course my father and uncle... Everyone was reinterpreting the classics in their own way and wanted to find a new path for Confucianism. He raised his head and looked at the expectant faces. This was the worst era for Confucianism - the Buddha and the old were prosperous, the Confucian school was in decline, and the way of the saints was unclear. But it was also the best era for Confucianism - the old annotations were broken, the new meanings were not established, and hundreds of schools of thought contended. Everyone could claim to be the successor of Confucius and Mencius, and his eyes darkened. In the end of the dispute, Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism won. Empty talk, rigid dogma, and stagnant thoughts. But now, he is here! A surge of pride arose in Su Dun's heart. The predecessors made the road narrow, and I want to break it back! I want to join this debate, and I want to be the only spokesperson for New Confucianism! I am a great scholar! This will change the future of this land!
Kong Lang, a modern academic scumbag, is a top-notch entertainer who is proficient in idioms. He believes that "as long as I have no morals, no one can kidnap me morally." When he opens his eyes, he transforms into a loser in the world of Confucianism and Taoism. He enters the princess's mansion based on his appearance and is ridiculed by the literati in the capital for being a useless person. Unexpectedly, he activated the [Chinese Culture Music System], twirled the quotation, and punched the Confucian scholar with a punch; randomly selected cards to see the face, sometimes "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" blasted through the ceiling of talent, sometimes "Complete Collection of Earthly Love Words" teased the crazy eldest princess. Debate in court? His physical transcendence; Literary Society and Poetry? He goes crazy randomly. All Confucianism and Taoism collectively broke the defense: Why does this son-in-law not follow the rules of the sages at all? ? !
No system of real history, no time travel, no golden finger single heroine novel. The novel is well written, embellished with poems and songs, the plot is vivid, and the characters are lifelike.
The Western Army of the Great Song Dynasty! A good book for Jiangmen! Beauty is like jade! Millions of words have not collapsed at all! Classic Lao Baiwen in the late Song Dynasty! Commercial farming, then the Western Army! Very attractive! Li Qingzhao, Li Shishi, Pan Jinlian, Chen Miaochang and other characters are wonderfully created.
4500 Hours bookworm recommendation! ! ! ! The ancient saying goes that there is no system, a good book that changed the development of a dynasty. It is definitely a good book worth staying up late to read. It would be a pity not to miss it.
Multiple female protagonists → Leading troops to resist alien races → Bloodbath the humiliation of Jingkang → Hot-blooded battlefield! Not that outstanding! Add a bookshelf to keep looking at. A different storyline of Water Margin. The protagonist is humane and down-to-earth. It is a good book. The overall thinking is positive and passionate. The villains are all smart, mainly in fighting against the golden soldiers.
Li Pingsheng, a man in the mist and rain, obtained the "Human Dao Jing" and passed it on to the human race from generation to generation, using the human way to conquer the heavenly way. It is difficult for humanity to stand up against the sky, but what I have learned in my life will help the common people! Write a touching story!
Concubine Ji Xiang, the head of the mountain, challenged feudal ethics as a woman and promoted the academic philosophy of "making a living for the people". The academy has become a holy place for the rise of poor families and ideological enlightenment. The protagonist shakes the court with literature, uses educational reform to tear apart the shackles of the times, and writes an epic counterattack in the world of women.
🥔Hurry up and turn on the shooting system to take a picture of the waving national flag. 🥭"Compatriots, remember to take the national flag back. This is our last wish. In addition to the national flag, there are thirteen corpses, but you may not be able to find them. 🍎The Thirteen Sons were stationed at the border of the earth and blocked the enemy's twenty-five attacks. In addition to the battlefield of Mars, there are also Venus, Jupiter and the farthest planet Saturn. 🥦It's a pity that we have no chance, no chance to return to the motherland with victory. Compatriots, please take your words back and rest assured that our motherland, even if there is only one of us left, we will defend it to the death..." The voice suddenly stopped.
During the Qing'an period, Di Bao declined, and the Cangli Division was born in response to the call. The story of five teenagers joining hands to write about people's livelihood issues in writing, passionately pursuing KPIs, and pleading for people's lives is very interesting!
With the power of this great victory, using the power of thunder, he marched westward to Chang'an and completed his victory in one battle? If Liu Yao is allowed to breathe, there may be trouble in the future. " As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Shi Kan, Kong Dou and other generals suddenly ignited with a burning desire to fight, and they were eager to try. But Shi Le shook his head slowly, still looking at the western skyline, and his voice was as steady as the earth under his feet: "What Youhou said is common sense. But..." He changed the topic and pointed his riding whip at the remaining snow on the top of Mang Mountain in the northwest, "It's easy to take Chang'an, but it's hard to defend Chang'an. Liu Yaoxin was defeated by Luoshui. He lost his troops, lost his territory, and lost all his elite troops. His heart and courage were broken, and he was like a withered bone in a grave. He had nothing to fear! The isolated city of Chang'an has become a dead place. If I defend the city with troops for a long time, it will be difficult to transport food and fodder, and the soldiers will be longing to return home after a long battle. Moreover, Murong Kuang of Liaodong looked at the wolf with eagle eyes. Although the Jin Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River was weak, he also had the intention of peeping north. If they take advantage of a weak point to attack our rear, or join forces to the west, it will be difficult for our army to take care of its head and tail, and it will be in danger! " He took back his riding whip, and his voice suddenly became sharp, with an unquestionable imperial decision: "At this time, if I don't want to take Chang'an, it's because the time has not come yet! Although Luoyang is obtained, it is like duckweed in the wind, but its foundation is in Xiangguo! I am the root of Angelica sinensis! With Xiangguo as the heart and Luoyang as the horn, recuperate, accumulate the strength of the people, and organize the armored soldiers! When the foundation is solid and the grain is abundant, then with the power of Mount Tai, we can capture Chang'an in the west and Jianghuai in the south, then the world can be settled! This is a foolproof strategy! "
Who said that literature has no power? Su Mo used his talent in "Joining the Army" to shoot barbarian cavalry, used "Broken Formation" to turn into armor and slay demon generals, and "Man Jiang Hong" to ignite the morale of the border troops! From a poor boy who copied books to survive, to the sage who was in charge of the literature of the ten countries, the system unlocked poems and articles, and he became a god step by step on the way to the imperial examination. The suppression of the Holy Court, the invasion of barbarians, and the confrontation of the ten countries were all crushed by his literary skills! It is full of ancient charm and full of counterattack refreshing feeling. It is a must-see for lovers of imperial examinations and literature!