A Guide to Time-Traveling in the Northern Song

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Zhu Guoxiang and Ming's father and son went through the mountains, facing the cold night and wild animals that threatened their food. I saw wild food at the foot of the mountain and encountered a tiger. Using sound and light skillfully, the tiger can be driven away. Hedging also. Extremely sleepy at night and unable to sleep. When he was hungry, he ate Polygonatum japonica and decided to go down the river, hoping to meet the ancients and find a way to cross it. Although we have been through many shocks and dangers, we have made plans together and worked hard to find a way out. Father and son were trapped in the mountains, and Guoxiang was injured while picking grass. Keep an eye on the ground and observe the shape, thinking that you can't see the light. Traveling on the road, the dog is covered with honey and deer fat. After six days without electricity and damaged shoes, we finally arrived in Han Dynasty, hoping to meet someone to give us money. There are wooden rafts on the bank of Gaijiang River, and the drums pierced through them refer to the ancient times, and the inscriptions are about the Song Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty calls itself the Song Dynasty. Guoxiang and Ming discussed history and politics. Ming Zhijun is untrue. Ding Mao, on "Hanzhong Flowers" to Hanzhong. The inscription shows the system of tea produced in the Chao Dynasty, and the fees and losses of the owner of the tea farm shall be collected. Guoxiang Shengming's theory discusses tea politics and understands the burden of current affairs. Review Cai Cha's method and ridicule it. In the ruined villages, I found plenty of urns and wanted to cook wild soup. Suddenly I heard the sound of horses and people arriving in the tea garden. Ming Hidden Sword. When my father and I saw a horse in a tea farm, we decided to treat it. When galloping is difficult, you encounter the power of the farmer. Seek it from the farmer and know where it is. After entering the village, he was suspicious of the villagers and wanted to protect himself and threaten them. The Tian brothers also considered seizing his horse. Ming and Guoxiang are over the edge, and it is difficult to survive. Guoxiang talks about cultivating the fields to get rich, and is worried about its recurrence and the harm to the people of the south. Father and son's Zhang Zhi, military revolution discussion, inscriptions to avoid making the same mistake. Guoxiang Si Feng was established and thought it needed protection. The inscription has a strange ambition, such as Ueshiba Xian, and the official will get the right due to the situation. However, it is really poor to avoid the suspicion of local thieves. The inscription and Zhang Guangdao were in charge of a certain place. Guangdao was curious and inscribed the sword of the imperial court. If you want to get away from it, you don't have to see it. Guangdao shows strength and inscribes its body. Discussing horse riding matters, Ming sells Hu pens and the price is high. If the road is wide and suitable, it invites thieves. Minglu's home, then discuss the world and the fifth-level yamen. At the end of the white market, prices are low, and you will gain new insights into the market. Ming and Guoxiang went to Baishitou to find buyers, and there were two buyers. Although he has a bad reputation, he is also an official in charge of taxation and taxation. Bringing Hubi to trade and mistaking him for a beggar is considered a fraud. The quality is on the pavilion, the pen is written down, and the foot soldiers are determined to go. If the owner of the goods wants to plunder it, he will pawn it when he is hungry. Suye and his son took crabs, although they didn't taste salty. Guoxiang recalled the hungry reading and talked to Zi. The guest didn't know how to plan the robbery, so he inscribed his instructions on his father's night. When non-scholars plan an attack, it is unlikely to be fatal. Bai Hexun. As for Guangdao and his father and son, they have poor clothes and poor quality. They want to establish a path through hard work as a guest and fight for the power of the village. The internal struggle in the mountain village is suppressed, and the broad road is used to comfort people. Ming and Guoxiang were attacked by Bai Er and were about to attack them. Ming criminals learn from Yiling, and use their courage to defeat young people. The inscription shows that the sword is used to protect the two. It is praised and invited to the mountain stronghold. Profess your loyalty in vain, and never do evil again. The white-collar workers are full of dirty things, but they are still happy. If you have any doubts about the two classics, you can discuss them by eating them. The two masters were concerned about the death of the Han Dynasty and were greedy for money, so they worried about the sensitivity of the emperor. At that time, Guoxiang and Ming only had iron money. From this observation, we know that when Duke Jing was reforming, he had "Yuanfeng Tongbao". It is said that rice can be bought with iron money, and a market can be built on the edge of the town, which will make the whole family rich. I read several poems in the wild, although there are horses and thin horses. Then he heard his son reciting poems and had dinner together at night, expressing his unwillingness. The father and son discussed Li Taibai's old article "Quiet Night Thoughts". In the village, Shen Erniang's thoughts came to her. Ming humor, Kang Qiong style. During banquets, family education is strict, and inscriptions and answers are written in writing, which is the same as covering one's body. Thank you for the composition, and remember it silently with your father. The inscription was "Meng Tong Shu Three Character Classic" in dialect, which made Er Niang happy. As a result of Fan Xian's rich experience, he thanked her with an article and agreed to borrow a kitchen and accommodation, which made the two mothers very honored. As a farmer, Bai Qi and Erniang met Ming. The inscription will be Qi Yu, Qi Dayue. Mrs. Yan was afraid that she would betray our Qi family, and Shen Yourong thought that it would be rare for his son to enjoy this pleasure. Mrs. Yan asked Rong to marry Guoxiang, but she left due to difficulties. Ji Guoxiang was his wife and left his surname as a gift to Ding Que and his land. Although Rong was entrusted by Guoxiang, he still hesitated and worried.

In the early days of their leisure time, Guoxiang and Ming rested in a thatched hut. They had a book of children's songs and scriptures called "Youyan Zazi". The authors discussed the books of Confucius and Mencius, and Guoxiang promised to submit them to Shen. The "Lun on Wangba" in the room witnessed Wang Jinggong, and he also got a small book from an ancient scribe. Guoxiang is stuck with the money to fill the cage. After studying with Yan Shi, You Rong came back to ask for an inscription to teach his son about the "Three Character Classic". Guoxiang and Ming Shengnong's prescriptions, as well as the number of rice breeding, rapeseed seedling transplanting, and alternating flood and drought crops. The debaters discussed how to introduce new techniques in Yourong, how to clear wasteland in the mountains to seed potatoes, collect wild mushrooms, and use day lilies to extract autumn leaves. Yourong asked Yu Ming "Three Character Classic" to show his understanding. Guoxiang's legacy is known to the earth. Guoxiang lectured in the courtyard and read books. Proficient in Confucianism, especially the Analects, Mencius and Zhu Zi's annotations. Keep your eyes open and forget your spare time. When scholars started teaching, people thought they were good at astronomy and geography. Inscribed on the good , the father admonishes. Guoxiang is suspicious. He plans to stay at the Bai family's birthday and sell his pen to take advantage of it. Or he might have a smile on his face and start a fight with Zhu's father and son. In the village, the widow is almost innocent, but the villagers are successful. Zhu and his son created a new sequence and spread their concentration among the mountains to show that feeding silkworms can move crops. In order to dispel the rumors, the southern place names were inscribed, and the geography of the Song Dynasty was quoted. He went beyond Hangzhou and overseas, and everyone listened. By using things skillfully and eating silkworms, Ming succeeded in transforming the villagers into a natural person. This is the first response. Guoxiang inspired the villagers with his ingenious words and inscriptions. Ke Baifu's plan was destroyed, and Ming Qiao was used to change the villagers, so that everyone gathered together to write "Journey to the West". Qi asked Wukong Zhen, Ming Chengri, but he has changed it and no longer talks about Fei. Ming and Qi conspired to protect their reputation and hide the truth. It tells the story of Wukong getting the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, which made the villagers prosperous. From this point of view, Wukong smashed the monkeys, rushed to the Dragon Palace, and saw a magnificent scene. At that time, Guoxiang and Ming discussed the reform of tea in the Song Dynasty. Fried tea replaced steamed tea to make more tea, which was cheap and also reduced the amount of tea harvested. Mingmou opened a tea market by frying tea, but it was necessary to cultivate millet. As the saying goes, those who make tea can borrow gold in exchange for horses. Father and son changed their habits for six days. Sleep for ten nights, get up at nine o'clock in the morning, give lectures in the sun, and practice swordsmanship in the night. Guoxiang and Yourong worried about the old question, and took it from the inscription, and Guoxiang thought carefully about it. When the tea time is about to come, the villagers can gather dozens of people, which is considered the basis of a big entrance. Qi Xue is filial piety, which is a family tradition. Guoxiang taught farming with fertilizer tools. The inscription is about the danger of the cannon fish, and the thought of fishing for a small meal. Rest in nature and think about the power of the past. Remembering the burning world, lamenting the suffering of the past. When fishing, the big crucian carp is excited but impatient. A well-dressed person is not good. It is in the shape of the Bai family and inscribed to indicate Bai Sanlang. When the Han Dynasty was on the Han River, there was a ninetieth birthday banquet, and the people who bought the ingredients showed up. The Bai family is in short supply of fat pigs and prefers civil servants to get them, which creates a rift with his younger brother Chongyan. Together with Tongyan Li Hanzhangyu, Fenghou and Tongzi played Wukong and Erlang Shen to raise doubts about the Monkey King. The father and son of the Taoist slaves became famous. Chongyan returned with Hanzhang and found out that his father and son had failed. The old man went out to see what happened, and decided to compile some poems to express his grandmother's pastime. At that time, he inscribed "Journey to the West" and waited until the farming work was completed. Chongyan hired the Zhu family in the night and felt that he was weak and suspected that he came from Guangnan Road. According to the inscription, it is said that suffering hardships and reversing the journey, Chongyan is difficult to uncover. After reading the Three Character Classic, Chong Yanpo considered it a good children's book. Zhu's father and son are also scholars, and their language and style are similar. Guoxiang Gu said that Hubi was a craftsman and raised the price by 300 guan. Chongyan was willing to pay 30 guan. Chongyan and Mingtong doubted the original meaning of Mingming. After he died, Yan Cong sold the mountain, so he asked for the inscription to protect him. Among the names of the subjects, the inscriptions can be found in "Yi" and "The Analects of Confucius", and Chongyan Enlightenment. Chongyan told Lao Bai Yuan, Wai Lang, the elder, and Lao Bai Yuan Wai Lang took care of him personally and went to the gift mountain. At the same time, the village school was built, and the old white member allowed it to be held, and planned to go there for his grandmother's birthday party.

In the spring rain, the village is prosperous with tea, and the people are happy with the beauty of the mountain. Father and son are friends and they wake up again, and the bride is about to pick tea. Tea picking is a great event for mountain people. Chongyan and Hanzhangyi began to discuss classics. Chongyan sent new money. Zhu Jiamou built a house in a tea house. There is a spring rain but the tea mountain is gone, and Virtue is tired of being an old member. The five Defu brothers gathered together to pick tea and tried to befriend the Zhu family father and son. Literary views are the key, chapters and inscriptions are included to show poetic talent, and Chongyan discusses it. Hanzhang and Chongyan became friends when they visited tea mountains. Hanzhang made the tea art of "Jinghong Treading Snow" in Biyunting, which was well received. Carefully analyze the bones and flesh to find Hanzhang, and go up the mountain to visit him. Hong, as his sister-in-law, was honored by the Tea Horse Division. The Tea Horse Secretary was a cardinal in Sichuan and Shaanxi, and Hongwei had good relations with the officials and benefited from them. When discussing the back-and-forth between the south and northwest, he included a chapter saying that Xixia would fight decisively to determine the northwest territory, and Chongyan was afraid that the people would be destroyed by the army. Discuss the turning point in "Historical Records" and inscribe the gap between Peigong and Pengcheng to test Jue's heart. Hanzhang was trapped in Xiaoli and Zihong suddenly saw him. Yangzhou, Hanzhang and Hong are not happy with each other. Hong's familiar words about traveling through mountains and rivers are not contained in the chapters. During the banquet, Yuanzhang laughed as he said the inscription. When the pot was thrown and the shot hit, the inscription shocked the ears, and Hong called it. He admired Wen and hated Zhu Jiayuan and decided to sell his land. Guoxiang and Chongwen sign a US contract, but Chongwen laments that things are not going well. Guoxiang was confused when he saw his son calling him Zhu Yuanzhang. Looking at the mountain, I suddenly forget that Qi is still on the mountain. I hope my generation will return and the villagers will help the Bai family. Guoxiang's buyer, his mother-in-law and his wife are harmonious, just like the second sister Bai has become comatose. Guoxiang gave him five hundred. There is no tea picking at home. As for the banishment of examinations, there is no choice but to choose officials and students. When it comes to officials and students, Dong Xianggong treats them favorably. Guoxiang was renamed "Kun", thinking of the rhyme of ancient science and the straightness of poetry. The father and son brought the book and money to ask Mr. Bai. Yanke, cross sideways. The country is auspicious and the sea is difficult, and the old man is shaken by typhoid fever. Guoxiang cleverly described the dangers of the sea, which made him believe in doubts at first. In order to protect the livestock and raise them, Guoxiang innovated in agriculture and obtained fields, and jointly sought the success of Xixiang and the review of the county magistrate. Bai enthusiastically helped Zhu and his son, teaching Guoxiang tutoring and social etiquette. He wants to find a marriage partner for Ming, and has a promise to be a slave. There were several young girls in the palace, and three of them were chosen to be the matchmakers. And Xu Zhi, together with Guoxiang, set up a housekeeper to teach farming. Guoxiang and Lu An jointly choose the right rice plant to show their talent and maturity. Name it cornucopia and fight for it. Hong Yu's inscription is to steal a horse for eternity. Ming sells writing brushes to Hong, and the two agree to become one. There is also an inscription about corn, which is a gift from an immortal and Hong's doubts. The death inscription was a prophecy, and if he wanted to conquer the world, Guoxiang warned his son to discuss it. Bingwu's change to Yuan Jingkang will prove to be a prophecy. Mingye and his father shared the current political affairs, and felt ashamed of Jiao Siyuan. During the Song Dynasty, there was a lot of talk about rebellion and prophecy about the rise of Song Jiang. Nowadays, great gifts have been given, and the people are extremely powerful and unable to resist. Ming please save harsh taxes, collect less, and borrow money to get the master. He sought to end his career as a scholar and a miscellaneous official, laying the foundation for the rebellion. Guoxiang questioned the ancient official system and explained the choice of county administrator. Those who discuss the art of accumulating shapes and knotting pulses are familiar with the tactics of war and rebellion. The father tells the son to act carefully. Rui and Hanzhong officials came to China to increase taxes and troops to replenish the troops, and moved inland to He and Huang Gong Ya to send out their tunes. Because of this, the people in Hanzhong are in dire straits. My husband lived in the Baijiazhuang at the end of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Hanzhang was generous but not as good as a Jinshi, so Chongyan persuaded him. It was the time for the imperial examination, and the meaning of the scriptures had no definite formula. In the Southern Song Dynasty, the classics and rules had been read and written, and the eight-part essay was first seen. Hanzhangwen's inscription contains scripture meaning and Chongyan's advice. It is said that after the rise of Erlang, Guoxiang's skills in opening new fields were curious and difficult to master. The old white member took the final exam and made the villagers laugh. The county magistrate thought that the ancient book was confusing, and those who believed in it were tolerated, but they were suspicious of Tian Jiafang. At night, the second son of the Bai family returned home from Chongwu. He presented a letter to the old Bai from the county magistrate, begging to increase taxes and make up for the tax, forcing him to the county magistrate. Chongwu thought that the county magistrate might be talking about the gentry millet in the city. Bai Jiaji took advantage of the power of the county magistrate to impose taxes, so that the villagers were less responsible. The family will lend money to their neighbors, and those who hope to increase taxes will buy the land. Guoxiang planned to bury Mrs. Bai, and wanted to use a poem to celebrate her birthday, but instead chose a poem about Cixi and Mrs. Bai. The Bai family received the gift and sighed that the poem was good. Chongwu felt strange when he saw that the first three lines of the poem were lost and the fourth line was lost. Taijun accepted it happily and couldn't help laughing, so he bought oil poems.

In the early morning, the breeze picked up. Zhu Ming wanted to display various cultural relics from the Northern Song Dynasty, so he started a live broadcast to share his feelings with the audience. Before the live broadcast started, the decorations in his busy room were neatly arranged, and every cultural relic was laid out in a simple and elegant way, as if a time tunnel spanning a thousand years was coming to him. Ju Ming stepped onto the screen, his eyes shining, his mouth smiling, and he said loudly: "Everyone in the audience, you are blessed today! We are going to travel through a thousand years and come to the Northern Song Dynasty to appreciate the elegance of the cultural relics of that time!" Barrages were rolling on the screen, and countless viewers were eagerly waiting for the historical feast that this blogger would bring to them. As soon as he finished speaking, Ju Ming picked up a piece of exquisite silk painting and slowly unfolded it. On the painting surface, flowers, birds, insects, fish, landscapes and figures are all presented delicately and vividly. As he moved his fingertips, there seemed to be some strange echo with the characters in the painting. A picture of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with hanging willows and tassels, small bridges and flowing water, hazy mist and rain, is so beautiful. "This is a masterpiece written by Northern Song Dynasty literati. Every line shows the softness of the Jiangnan water town." Ju Ming was immersed in it and praised it with a slightly ironic tone. Immediately afterwards, Ju Ming took out a few more ancient copper coins, arranged them in a circle, and explained their history in a eloquent manner. In his hands, these simple copper coins seemed to be alive, eager to try, as if they wanted to fly away from his hands. Ju Ming slowed down his speech and said naughtily: "If we let them travel through time and space, I'm afraid they have to look for their former owners!" The audience praised Ju Ming one after another and were moved by Ju Ming's wit and humor. Next, Ju Ming held an ancient bronze vessel in his hand. The heavy weight made him lean over and exert his strength. Bronze is silent and simple. After years of baptism, it is now presented in the modern world and still shines with immortal light. He said eloquently: "This bronze is a daily necessities in the Northern Song Dynasty, full of the hard work and wisdom of the craftsmen. The dust of history cannot cover its glory. It has witnessed the changes of the years and preserved the joys and sorrows of the ancients." "Looking at this bronze is like seeing history itself, one can sing and cry!" Zhu Ming was impassioned and used exaggerated gestures to enhance the atmosphere. At this time, he was holding an ancient book with a solemn expression on his face. The cover of the book has turned yellow, and it says ""Tokyo Menghua Lu"". This book carries every bit of Tokyo, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, like a historical treasure house that has been sleeping for thousands of years. Ju Ming flipped through the pages gently and said in a low voice: "This is a letter written by an official during the Northern Song Dynasty. It records his struggles and emotions. The lines are full of passion and passion." From time to time, he read aloud to convey the words in the book to the audience, as if the ancient man was telling the past and pouring out his heart in front of their eyes. Suddenly, Ju Ming showed a hint of confusion and pointed at the page of the book with his finger: "What is written here is that an official was strolling in the Yamen, thinking a lot, and unconsciously composed a song ""Goose Goose""! However, the literati and poets are all handsome men in the world, and their wonderful pens are full of beauty." Under his ridicule, the atmosphere became relaxed and joyful, and the audience burst into laughter and admiration. Finally, Ju Ming took out a stone tablet. This stone tablet was simple and dignified, and was engraved with ancient seal characters. There was a mysterious power between the lines. He stared at the stone tablet and said in a steady voice: "This stone tablet records the literati in the Northern Song Dynasty. They worked hard and passed down their poems and articles to the world." Ju Ming recited the poems with ease, using the sounds of the Han and Tang Dynasties, as if the fragrance of ink from thousands of years ago was introduced into the screen. The audience was intoxicated and seemed to feel the weight and charm of history. He brushed the stone tablet with his fingertips and sighed: "Although the literati and poets have gone far away, their spirits will last forever. When we understand their poems and touch these cultural relics, we will touch that period of history and the soul of those lives." The time of Ju Ming's live broadcast passed like running water, but the historical touch he brought to the audience will last forever. Under his explanation, the cultural relics of the Northern Song Dynasty once again glowed with infinite vitality, spanning thousands of years, meeting modern times, and integrating ancient and modern times, like a magnificent epic.

The post has been swallowed, please save it! In the Northern Song Dynasty, delicate flowers held stamens and butterfly wings danced. The Zheng family has a woman named Zheng Yuanyi. She is as charming as a flower, as clear as the moon, like Li Lizhen in spirit, knowledgeable and sensible, and possessing both political integrity and talent. Zheng Yuanyi was wearing elegant clothes and sitting alone in the elegant study. There were several scriptures scattered on the table, but none of them could enter her heart. She held a silent feeling in her heart, thinking of the old man of the Zhu family who was traveling far away to take the exam. Zheng Yuanyi secretly cherishes her tender affection, hoping that he can be named on the gold list and become famous. Whenever night falls, she sits alone in front of the window, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, with a myriad of thoughts. She wished Zhu Guoming a bright future, but she was worried about whether she could spend a future with him. Until one day, the good news came. Zhu Guoming has a distinguished talent and a glorious name on the gold list. After hearing this good news, Zheng Yuanyi couldn't calm down for a long time. Her joy and worry were intertwined, making it difficult to control herself. Thinking about the brilliant achievements of Dalang Zhu, her heart became more and more eager to spend her life with him. However, she couldn't help but ask herself, she was just an ordinary tea merchant's daughter with an ordinary background, how could she be worthy of such a great talent as Zhu Guoming? In the dead of night, Zheng Yuanyi sat alone in the study, staring out the window at the bright moon like silver. Her mood was difficult to calm down and she had many thoughts. "Brother Zhu, you are the only one in my heart, but how can I match you?" Her heart was like a bird flying high and low in her heart, churning endlessly. He attracted everyone's attention in the capital and became a popular story. And she is just an unknown tea merchant's daughter, not even famous. "He and I are too far apart. He is in his prime, but I am just a drop in the ocean. If he is willing to accept me, why not marry me as a concubine?" She thought, and a look of worry gradually appeared on her eyebrows. Whenever she thinks of Zhu Guoming, the struggle in her heart is like turbulent waves that cannot be calmed down. "My heart is no longer a calm lake, but a raging river. His smile, his voice, and every move he makes are deeply imprinted on my heart." She sighed, filled with contradictions in her heart. In her heart, Zhu Guoming is an unattainable existence among all the stars. His style and talent were admirable. She had thought many times that maybe his marriage would have nothing to do with her, maybe he had been taken down the list and became a good son-in-law of a certain prime minister. Her heart was like a whirlpool, entangled in contradictions and confusion. However, every time she wanted to escape from this emotion and forget this struggle, there was always a care in her heart that made it difficult for her to let go. "I can't erase him from my heart. He has become an indispensable part of my life." She whispered to herself, her eyes full of uneasiness. For a long time, she silently murmured a country tune, telling her inner feelings: The clear water flows by the ancient house, and she leans against the window and misses the bright moon. Looking at the bright moon is like a close friend, and I wish to never forget the spring and autumn together. The breeze is blowing in the face and the willows are flying, making it hard to be happy. The star of a handsome and talented man is not far away, how can he stay in the countryside with his wings? I would rather walk with the old man and enjoy the spring flowers together under the cold moonlit night. Embracing a talented person is like water, holding hands and sharing good times and nights. Zheng Yuanyi's singing voice flows like a stream, and she expresses her inner emotions with her singing voice. She lamented the rarity of talented men and beautiful women, but also felt worried, fearing that her husband would reject her affection. Zheng Yuanyi was hesitant, her infatuation remained, her thoughts were difficult to calm down, and the struggle in her heart made her miserable. Meanwhile, Tokyo. "Ah!" Zhu Guoming sneezed. PS: Xiong Di Meng (´◉_◉`), please like it😆#Chui Ding#

Zhu Guoxiang, who is over fifty years old, has a majestic and solemn appearance in the College of Agriculture. He holds the position of deputy dean and is well-known in the school as a leader in agriculture. The person is like a quiet lake in early spring, as calm as the deep roots of an old tree, and like the fallen leaves dancing lightly. His reputation is far-reaching, his scholarship is unparalleled, and his reputation is spread far and wide. Every time on campus, in the early morning, under the blue-tiled house, the bells are ringing melodiously. Zhu Guoxiang, dressed in ancient robes and smiling, walks calmly into the lecture hall. The seats are packed, students have already gathered and are looking forward to it. Teachers preach, teach, and resolve doubts. The students worship Zhu Guoxiang with great piety, like the stars worshiping the moon, and they yearn for him with all their hearts. Upon the podium, Zhu Guoxiang waited and watched, with raised eyebrows, a slight smile, and high spirits. Every word he said was like gurgling water, clearing his heart. His voice is elegant and his vocabulary is simple. He explains various crops with profound insights and wonderful ideas. He has a panoramic view of the fields, sowing and nurturing, working hard day and night. During the growth cycle of plants, Zhu Guoxiang explained in detail and patiently, playing the piano melodiously, just like the spring breeze blowing on the face, stimulating the growth of vegetation. When the students listened, they felt like drinking from a sweet spring, like intoxicating wine. The young man was arrogant, gradually impressed by his knowledge, and worshiped Zhu Guoxiang so much that his every frown and smile were deeply remembered. When I have free time, I follow the path and find the place where Zhu Guoxiang chanted. There are ancient poems and articles, treasures such as treasures, ancient calligraphy and crystallization of wisdom, all gathered here. The students respected their teachers and copied it by hand. They would often recite it slowly at dusk, with every word being precious and full of emotion. When he was not giving lectures, Zhu Guoxiang was approachable and courteous to others. Although he was talented, he was never condescending. When talking to the students, his voice is gentle, he talks and laughs happily, he teaches by words and deeds, he is profound in knowledge, he recalls the present and the past, and he teaches through fun. The students benefited one after another and admired Zhu Guoxiang even more. He uses the candle of wisdom to illuminate the students' path forward and guide them to thrive. At this age, like a strong man, Zhu Guoxiang still has no hesitation. In the fields, with a tall and straight posture, he sweated and experienced the hard work of farming. White hair and rough hands, but they cannot hide a sincere heart. After years of cultivation, he watched generations of students blooming like flowers, dazzling and dazzling. They will be the future of agriculture in the motherland, Zhu Guoxiang is convinced. Time flies, spring passes and autumn comes, time flies by like running water. Zhu Guoxiang has gray hair and more wrinkles, but his eyes are still bright and his thoughts are becoming more open. Under his leadership, the reputation of the Agricultural College has become increasingly prosperous, and the institution has become even more glorious. He is not only a leader in agriculture, but also a star in the hearts of students. Someone asked him: "Mr. Zhu, you are over seventy years old and can enjoy your old age in peace. Why do you have to work so hard?" He replied with a smile: "The rise and fall of farming is related to the survival of the country. The responsibility is huge, how can we give up halfway? We are teachers. , It is our duty to educate people. Students are the bridges of the future. They should plow the fields and sow seeds in the cold and heat, living up to their time and youth." After saying this, Zhu Guoxiang's vision was as far-reaching as the stars in the universe, like the long river flowing, and like the scorching sun. His words and deeds are like the bright stars in the night sky, guiding the students towards the future. The passage of time and the passage of time, but Zhu Guoxiang's teachings have taken root in the hearts of the students. For decades, he and his students have been together through thick and thin, accompanying each other, influencing each other, and forming a deep friendship. No matter where the students go, they always remember this kind teacher, and his voice echoes in their ears, inspiring them to move forward. The world is like a chess game, and life is like climbing a mountain. Zhu Guoxiang teaches like spring. #Chui Ding#

"What I want to tell is a very long story..." In a cramped rental house, a handsome young man looked at the camera and touched his hair. His tone was gentle but with a different kind of magnetism, and he was not affected by the environment at all. "Today, I want to share with you some history about river management in the Northern Song Dynasty..." The young man did not show any lag or hesitation. This knowledge seemed to have been deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could use it at any time. "... In the early Song Dynasty, the Bianhe River was seriously silted up. In order to solve this problem, the Northern Song Dynasty government took dredging of Biankou and cleaning up the sediment. However, the results were very little and it still seriously affected water transportation. You can imagine the pain when you squatted in the toilet and struggled with the shriveled and hard Xiang... Ahem, let's get back to the topic. Therefore, in order to completely solve the Bianhe River flooding, in the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty, it was proposed and implemented A wooden bank narrow river project was implemented to narrow the river channel to wash away the sediment and speed up the water flow to facilitate smooth water transportation. For example, if you use force on your sphincter muscles at the same time, it will end up flowing thousands of miles and dripping with pleasure..." When making videos, especially knowledge popularization videos, you must not talk dryly. Moderate fun and polish are essential. Otherwise, why would the audience watch your video instead of reading a book? This seems to be a simple truth, but it took young people a long time to understand it. At the beginning, he naively thought that as long as his content was good enough, his knowledge was comprehensive enough, and his ideological analysis was profound enough, he would be able to attract and retain viewers. But the bleak playback volume was like an eye-catching scar, irritating his sensitive and weak nerves again and again. In order to make a truly good video, he began to study hard, not only reading various related professional papers, but also always paying attention to popular videos on the website and keeping up with hot topics. He even set a daily task for himself, analyzing three excellent videos from beginning to end, recording the strengths and weaknesses of each other one by one, learning their tone of voice, their natural ability to blend in, and their variety of topic choices... Now, he has successfully progressed from a small fool to a big fool. The number of video views has increased from a dismal three-digit number to an equally dismal four-digit number, and the number of views has only remained at over 10,000. "... The river management strategy of Mu'an to restrict water in the mid-Northern Song Dynasty had a great impact on later generations. It not only provided a reference for the flood control of Huitong River and Yellow River in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but also provided valuable river management experience for today's society. It has important practical significance and value. For example, you will be very grateful for this project when you are constipated. . Okay, that's it for today's video, it's not easy to create, please throw in a coin, thank you very much!" After finally finishing the long list of copywriting, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at his blurred figure in the camera, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether his video could meet his expectations. It was a Sony A7M3. When he was a freshman in college, he wanted to be a UP owner. After reading the recommendations of well-known UPs, he pestered his mother to buy it. The camera has been with him for more than four years. Although he has always paid attention to maintenance, there will inevitably be some scratches on the body, revealing the past experience of this camera. At that time, he would lie in bed every night, imagining whether he would be as outstanding as those famous UPs if he had the same camera as those famous UPs. He was even seriously considering what kind of clothes he should wear when going to the Top 100 to accept the award. He is a history major, and he also studied PR and Leonardo da Vinci specifically for this purpose. During that time, he lost no idea how much hair he lost. Life is impermanent, and fate is always blind. But life will be fair, as long as you are willing to believe that no matter how hard you work, you will gain something. He chose to believe. But if he is the only one who believes it, what's the use? His parents don't understand his choice. According to their concept, the Internet and self-media are all imaginary, phantoms, and bubbles. Their appearance is colorful under the refraction of the sun, but they are fragile and can burst when poked. He also couldn't understand his parents. Both of them are university professors and can be regarded as high-level intellectuals, but why do they still have such a narrow understanding of self-media? Why is it impossible to turn a hobby into a career? When her mother was alive, although she didn't understand it, women were like water, always pampering their children and bonding the relationship between parent and child. The moment he heard that his mother had died in a car accident, his world turned gray. The sky is falling. After he finished crying at the funeral, the conflict between him and his father finally erupted like a volcano and could no longer be repaired. He still can't forget his father's trembling eyebrows, raised hands, and decisive and helpless roar when he was angry. Don't understand, he still doesn't understand, they don't understand! He was kicked out of his home, taking his equipment with him, and was cut off from living expenses. Everything is like when he filled out his application form after the college entrance examination, he wanted to major in history, but his father scoffed. He likes history. He feels that history is like a living person, easy-going but mysterious, intellectual and looking forward to more people exploring and seeing her splendor. History has emotions, and she likes to keep adding to herself. Following different emotions, you can always find a different version of her. He is willing to spend time and energy to research and verify, and he also wants to share his knowledge with others. "What's the use of learning that flashy thing? Can you make a living in the future? Can you find a good job with it, or can you become a historian in the future?" My father's words were like a sharp needle that pierced his eardrum. There was only constant roaring and noise in his ears, and he could no longer hear any meaningful words. He ran out of the house screaming. The night was very heavy that day. In the middle of summer, there was no cicada chirping and no rain falling. It was eerily quiet. Just like today's night. Before, he gritted his teeth and persevered. When he was applying to apply for the History Department, he ignored his parents' objections and applied for the Department of History. When he was kicked out of his home, he rented a small house to stay temporarily with the help of his friends. But now, he has been staying at home for a long time and only makes a living by editing videos and live broadcasting. He has been unable to make ends meet for a long time, and he can't even put a ham sausage in his instant noodles. Time passed gradually, and he tried his best to open his sleepy eyes, dragging the mouse bit by bit, editing the video he had just recorded. At one o'clock in the morning, with trembling hands, he selected the video to upload and clicked publish. He didn't know how long he could hold on. He fell asleep. He had a dream. In the dream, he stood on the podium of the top 100, shining brightly, wearing the clothes he had imagined, holding the trophy he had dreamed of, and the cheers and applause from the audience almost drowned him. Gradually, those applause and shouts turned into shouts of long live, and the crowd in the audience changed from audiences to kneeling officials, and he himself was wearing a dragon robe, sitting high on the golden palace... This dream did not wake up suddenly until noon of the next day. Ignoring washing up, he grabbed the mobile phone that was charging and turned on the small TV, but he saw a scene he had never seen before. The video he posted last night became a hit! He looked at the four million views and more than 100,000 likes and coins, and he couldn't believe his eyes. When he opened the video, he was dazzled by the dense barrage. "Congratulations, you found the treasure!" This barrage was repeatedly displayed on top of the video, occupying most of the screen. He suppressed his inner excitement and stretched out his fingers to drag the progress bar backwards, but he always couldn't touch the small dot because his hands were shaking. All kinds of barrages passed by. Some complained about what metaphor he used as a bad metaphor, but he still loves Laoba's secret burgers. Some encouraged UP to continue to work hard for three consecutive times, and some seriously discussed the knowledge involved in the video. A drop of hot tears flowed from his eyes and heart at the same time, hot and full of vitality. That is the temperature at which dreams shine into reality. At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the rental house. He stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, then casually rubbed the hem of his clothes, and stumbled to open the door. His father stood outside the door, arms stretched out to him. "Dad!" He shouted this long-lost call, threw himself into his father's thick and strong arms, rested his head on his shoulders, and burst into tears again. The father patted his back gently, as if he was still the childish child who cried loudly because of the slightest bump. "Congratulations, my son," the father looked down at the grown-up child in his arms and said softly, "It's time to go home." The crying gradually stopped, and he raised his head and looked at his father with tearful eyes, "Dad, so you have been paying attention to me, right?" The father did not speak, but just nodded. "Let's go home!" He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out to his father. The father also smiled and handed his hand to him. They walked out of the rental house, got into the Poussin that had been driving for more than ten years, and drove slowly towards home. "I will no longer oppose your career. Young people should have their own ideas, be energetic and enterprising, and always be able to make something. History is quite useful, and it is good to learn more knowledge. I will take you back to your hometown in the countryside tomorrow. There is a yard there, and the space is spacious enough for you to do live broadcasts. If you need anything, just tell Dad, don't hold it back." His simple word seemed to wake up the whole summer. The plum rain is coming, the summer breeze is gentle. There are many cicadas in tall willow trees. The small garden terrace is far away from the pond. The fish plays with the new lotus. Tulle kitchen, light feather fan. The pillow is cold and the mat is cool in the deep courtyard. The mood is at this time. Nothing happens to the little fairy.

Ju Ming sat quietly in the Jinluan Hall, beside him was the eunuch holding the lamp. The night falls in the west, and it is already night. But the lights were still bright, and the eunuch had lit all the lights just now. Today, our protagonist is quietly waiting for his father's arrival. This is his first time as emperor, and it is also his first day on the throne. As a time traveler, he was already used to this kind of thing. Originally, as a rising star in the live broadcast industry, he could have a good future even in modern life. Who would have thought that such a change would happen after father and son were fully clothed? "Three years, it's been three years!" Zhu Ming's eyes were twitching and his mouth was pouting. "Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" The little eunuch next to him was a little panicked, his half-kneeling body trembling slightly, one hand half covering the light, his face a little frightened, and his trembling voice sounded. "Oh, it's okay. I'm tired, but I still have to wait for the Emperor to come!" Ju Ming said quietly. "Then will the Emperor come?" Hearing what the Emperor said, the little eunuch summoned up the courage and asked like a curious baby. "Hey, who knows?!" Ju Ming seemed to be talking to himself. Climbing to the throne of the emperor, it is said that the aura of overlord should be revealed. The Nine-Five Supreme Being is in heaven. In the whole world, there is nothing but the king's soil and the shore of the land, and it is not the king's ministers. At this time, the officials should all be fearful of themselves. But the only exception is his father. What a existence like a father! Especially after two lifetimes, what can Ju Ming say? I can only hold my nose and admit it, otherwise I won't be able to kill my father, not to mention he is not so sinister. Therefore, Zhu Ming at this moment should be the emperor who looks the least like an emperor among so many emperors. Loneliness spreads in the Jinluan Hall, and time passes bit by bit. Just when Ju Ming felt that he could no longer endure the hiccups and slowly fell asleep, a series of voices came to mind outside the Jinjinluan Palace. After a while, Zhu Guoxiang's figure appeared in front of his son. He was wearing a flower bell with a top strap, boots on stilts, and fine silk hanging around his waist. He looked like a great scholar. However, this is not against harmony. After all, he was a professor at the college in his previous life. Zhu Guoxiang walked slowly towards Jinluan Hall, one step at a time, steadily, until he was still five or six steps away from the throne. He stopped, turned slightly sideways, and said with a smile, "Congratulations to my son on ascending to the throne!" Zhu Guoxiang's voice was plausible and his face looked a little red. He must have had two drinks. Listening to his father's words and looking at his father's face, Ju Ming completely lost the pleasure of being an emperor. Ju Ming sighed slightly, stood up, waved his hand, and said to the two young eunuchs next to him, "You all go down!" "Yes, Your Majesty!" The eunuch's voice was shrill, and he exited the hall in fear. After Bing Bing retreated everyone around him, Ju Ming trotted down from the Jinluan Palace and said, "Old Zhu, no matter what, you are my father! But look at how your son is dressed after he becomes the emperor. Come and comment on it?" Ju Ming is like showing off a treasure, but also like playing a monkey. Zhu Guoxiang looked at Ju Ming quietly and said slowly, "Really want to evaluate!?" Ju Ming said, "Say!" Zhu Guoxiang paused for a moment and said, "It's a bit interesting." Ju Ming: "..."