I Am Cultivating Haoran in the Wasteland

Others travel through the wasteland, awaken powers, and evolve genes. And I, Lin Mo, am an ordinary middle school Chinese teacher who can only read. In this world where words are a curse and knowledge is a pollution: Reciting a poem will attract the whisperer of consciousness; Writing a paragraph will lead to crazy book burners. The survivors burned their books, forgot their history, and lingered in the ashes of civilization. But my mind holds the entire uncontaminated library of Chinese civilization. When the monsters swarmed under the wall, I softly recited "Song of Righteousness", and the awe-inspiring energy rose into the sky, and hundreds of miles of filth were cleared away. When famine swept through the camp, I silently wrote "Tiangong Kaiwu", and withered wheat seeds headed in the wasteland overnight. They besieged me, saying that I had abandoned the rules of survival in the apocalypse. I had no choice but to open the Analects of Confucius and asked warmly: "If a friend comes from afar, he will be killed no matter how far away - can any classmate translate this sentence?" The butcher's knife of the Book Burning Gang hung above his head: "How many poems does he have left to read?!" The code reader trembled in the shadows: "It has been detected that the purity of civilization is 100%... This is a living holy relic!" And deep in the ruins beneath my feet, the underground library that had been dormant for two hundred years was roaring open for me—— Only then did the survivors finally understand: This "knowledge pollution" sweeping the world is the final test left by civilization to the fire. And I, standing in front of the ruined podium, adjusted my non-existent glasses: "Let's start with the key points—— What is benevolence, why is life possible, why is it possible to restart the dawn of the world in this scorched land.