"The ancestors said that there is a golden house in books and that they have read thousands of books, but why do they say that it is better to have no books than to believe in all the books?"
"Since a gentleman does not stand under dangerous walls, if the country is about to fall, how can he have the world in his heart and help the common people?"
"Is there any difference between the teachings of Confucius and Lao Lao? Which one should be respected by our students, self-restraint and etiquette or inaction?"
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Unable to bear the disturbance, the master of the school grabbed Meng Zhaojun by the neck and threw him out of the door.
"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. When you find your own way, you will naturally understand everything."
In this way, Meng Zhaojun embarked on a journey to find the inner way——
Mu Yan was most annoyed by those verbose scholars in his life. The only book he read was "The Analects of Confucius" and the most written word was his own name.
He determined to become a world-famous hero, but he never expected that his life would start from picking up a "pedantic" scholar and a slow little monk, and he would go astray along the way——
He didn't expect that when he was wronged and everyone doubted and speculated on him, only the nerd knelt down and said to him.
"I believe you."
"Why?"
"Selfishness is the heart of a person; if it is selfless, then there is no intention. Ayan, you are my selfishness."
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——Small theater——
Mu Yan took the money he finally saved and was about to go to the blacksmith shop to buy the darts he had been thinking about for a long time, but he stopped when he passed by a book stall.
What the bookstall owner is holding seems to be the ancient book that the bookworm has been reading for a long time.
After looking at the blacksmith shop not far away, Mu Yan gritted his teeth and walked away.
When Meng Zhaojun returned to the inn at night, she saw the ancient book she had longed for on the table, and her eyes widened in surprise: "Where did it come from?"
"Just picked it up on the street..." Mu Yan touched his nose and pretended not to care.
Meng Zhaojun glanced at him and suddenly smiled: "Ayan——"
"Huh?"
"My ears are red..."
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I want to write some stories about boys and girls wandering around the world to find their dreams (and I really love pure love and contrasting cuteness~)
It is assumed to be the ancient world background of Peach Blossom Land where men and women are equal (women can be officials, give lectures, etc.). The backgrounds of the male and female protagonists are ordinary little people. It will mention more classical Chinese, poetry and people's thoughts (I will work hard to expand my knowledge)
It may be presented in the form of a unit drama, which is a relaxed and happy decompression story where everyone travels together, meets new partners, and then grows together.
Interested babies are welcome to join in~
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Purpose: Small but tenacious
