"Vegetation and trees are ruthless and sometimes drift away. Human beings are animals and only the spirit of things. All kinds of worries touch their hearts and everything takes shape. If anything moves in them, their essence will be shaken..."
"Why do you want to compete with plants and trees for glory if they are not made of gold and stone? How can you hate the sound of autumn even if you think about killing thieves for it!..."
Song Mu was in a surging mood at the moment, and he wrote as if he was inspired. Every sentence of mottos suddenly appeared on the paper. When he came to a perfect end for this poem, he suddenly felt satisfied in his heart.
Also because Song Mu completely completed this chapter, people outside suddenly saw more scenes and gained more experience.
First of all, the bleak and solemn scene in this scene suddenly dissipated quietly, and then I felt a bit relieved in my heart. It was not calm, but it seemed that there was some excitement in my heart.
There were even faint sounds of insects coming to my ears.
Everyone was very surprised, thinking that this poem was already extraordinary, and it actually made them feel such a different feeling in this winter day.
It was just a pity that everyone felt that this rather mysterious scene failed to bring anything else.
This feeling lingered in everyone's mind, but Yan Fu in the attic laughed.
"It's interesting. Such a chilling feeling makes people feel startled when it hits. The emotions are gradually increasing, making people inevitably feel a little uncomfortable."
"Suddenly, I feel relieved. There is no wave in front of me. It's a good, very good strange environment."
As he said that, Yan Fu saw that this had not dissipated yet, but now he looked towards the field, with a bit of hope on his face.
It seems that he wants to see which talented person wrote this poem.
"Such a long overlay of artistic conceptions can be regarded as a poem. I haven't seen such a masterpiece in a long time."
Here, Yan Fu praised him very much, and over there, Song Mu had also broken free from it, absorbing the surging literary energy brought by Fu, while feeling the power of thoughts in his mind.
Surprisingly, the power of thought in his mind seems to have increased a bit, and seems to have risen a bit.
It seems that the effect of this poem is very good. It has such an uplifting effect on the power of mind. It is just a pity that the two previous poems are not good.
Song Mu immediately wanted to strike while the iron was hot and add fuel to the fire to improve his mental power, but then he suddenly stopped.
Song Mu was thinking in his mind, if the artistic conception of this poem was so superimposed just now, how far should he go next to trigger this situation again?
In fact, this poem is mostly a kind of underestimation and sadness, with a very strong negative meaning. Although there seems to be some kind of upward belief at the end of the article, it is not strong enough.
Could it be that I want to continue to perpetuate this sad meaning, but in this way, it is contrary to my own ideas.
In this last article, we should elevate the artistic conception created by all the poems and poems.
But where to start?
Song Mu fell into deep thought and even forgot to eat and sleep for a while.
On the Baoshan Great Wall in the distance, there was already a fierce battle here.
"Carry the wounded down and take precautions on the east side of the pass. There are already too many monster corpses piled down there!"
Xu Wang waved his long sword and cut a flying monster into two pieces, then issued orders to the surroundings.
In the evening, these monsters that had been lurking for a long time suddenly launched an attack. The attack turned out to be very fierce for a while, with various monsters attacking from all directions.
The Baoshan Great Wall also immediately launched a powerful counterattack. Various flints and flying arrows were fired out, and thousands of arrows were fired. With the blessing of literati and poems, they immediately killed many of the attacking monsters.
Not only that, because Chang'an Guard has been operating the Baoshan Great Wall for a long time, it is very familiar with the rhythm of its use.
Therefore, after the battle, relying on the thick Great Wall, its own casualties were very few.
But these monster beasts attacking the city are already extraordinary. They are not just monster beasts, but many of them are corpses of monster beasts. They are infected by the devil and attack almost by instinct.
Such a situation has shown that the demons are working together to cause trouble.
Apart from trying their best to resist, the human race has no other good solution.
Just when Xu Wang issued the order, a huge fire suddenly burst out from somewhere in the sky above the Baoshan Great Wall, and then all the flying arrows in the sky suddenly burned, falling on the group of monsters on the ground outside the city wall, and suddenly ignited. A raging fire.
"It's Lord Sima!"
"Some Hanlin literati have taken action!"
The soldiers on the Great Wall cheered when they saw this situation. Xu Wang also let out a deep breath when he saw this situation, and then continued with a serious expression.
"Everyone, cheer up. Your Majesty has already taken action, so let's do the same!"
Just as Xu Wang's words fell, a long beast roar suddenly came from the wind and snow outside.
Then I saw a figure coming quickly in the wind and snow, and what greeted it was a loud shout,
Lord Sima was wearing a red robe and was already fighting with the opponent.
It turned out to be a demon!
Everyone looked horrified, but the countless monsters below were still desperately trying to climb onto the city, and Xu Wang had to immediately engage in a new battle.
That night, the city of Chang'an was calm in the wind and snow, but on the Great Wall, a fierce battle between swords and blood was taking place.
Song Mu spent the whole night in silence. When the sky was getting dark, Song Mu suddenly opened his eyes in the examination room.
The next moment, Song Mu immediately sat upright, lit the candle, and hurriedly rolled out the paper.
During this meditation, a thought suddenly flashed in Song Mu's mind.
The three poems and lyrics I have composed till now actually contain the same thing in them.
That kind of thing is the words and deeds of a gentleman.
Whether it is a disdain for arrogance, a preference for tranquility, or a thorough understanding of world affairs, although these poems and poems have their own expressions, the connotation has not changed from beginning to end.
That is the words and deeds of the king, and the integrity of the body is the most important thing.
No matter "I don't know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth", or "The moon is like a hook and the sky is like water", or "How can I hate the sound of autumn."
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are nothing more than appearances, and their profound connotation is to always maintain a gentleman's heart.
It's just that I didn't understand it deeply, and it wasn't until this last Qiu Sheng Fu that I finally understood the real connection.
What arouses thoughts is not the philosophy in it, but the integrity of the scholars in it.
In this way, at the end, all of this was truly revealed.
What can truly condense all of this?
What should be the most important thing for a gentleman to uphold in his practice?
Song Mu looked at his palms and remembered the practice he had written, and the unity of knowledge and action.
In an instant, Song Mu thought of a famous saying in "Mencius Gongsun Chou".
"I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring spirit."
Confucianism nourishes Qi, and Mencius also said that it is paired with righteousness and Tao, and it is born by gathering righteousness. Don't forget and don't help.
The noble spirit can be achieved by cultivating internally and moving outward.
So what kind of spirit is the most shocking and awe-inspiring spirit at this time?
Song Mu lowered his eyes slightly, his mind spinning wildly at this moment. The next moment, Song Mu suddenly raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes suddenly opened.
"This is Haoran's righteousness!"
Song Mu said in a deep voice, and immediately began to grind the ink on the paperweight. He was even a little impatient. Seeing that the inkstone was frozen and unusable, he put the pen tip into his mouth in a hurry.
The taste of ink spread on the tip of his tongue, and Song Mu's expression became more determined.
"Mr. Wen, this time, Song Muqie was offended."
Song Mu murmured, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then held the brush and placed it on the scroll.
"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds."
"Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars."
As soon as the sentence was completed, golden light suddenly burst out from the paper, and the breath burst out, illuminating Song Mu's face and blowing Song Mu's hair and clothes.
He was extremely arrogant for a moment, and his energy was as strong as thunder!
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