He is complaining bitterly about the tragedy of that era. This is a great national tragedy. Wang Daochang is just a clown in front of his body in this tragedy. A young poet wrote that that night, when the adventurer Stan was ready to set off with a team of ox carts full of boxes, he looked back at the gloomy sunset in the western sky. There, the wound of an ancient nation is bleeding. ?
? I hate it.
Hate that I wasn't born a century earlier.
So I can stand in front of you
A gloomy castle
A field with morning dew.
Either I pick up the white gloves you left behind.
Either you catch the sword I threw.
Why don't you and I each ride a horse?
Stay away from this beautiful flag
Leaving the war is like a cloud.
Win or lose.
These poems may be too difficult for this group of literati. But I really want to stop their motorcade in this way. Stand at each other in the desert. They will say, you can't learn; Ok, let's find a place first and sit down and compare our knowledge. We can do anything, but we can't quietly take away the legacy left by our ancestors.
I can't help sighing again. What if the motorcade is really stopped by me? I was going to send it to the capital, regardless of the freight. But wasn't there really a batch of cave literature sent to Beijing at that time? The scene is that there are no wooden cases, only mats are tied, and officials along the way reach in and get one. Where to rest, they have to leave some bundles. As a result, it was scattered and deformed when it arrived in Beijing.
For such a big China, there are more than a few volumes of scriptures! Compared with the scene ruined by a lot of officials, I sometimes even want to say cruelly: I'd rather leave it in the London Museum! This sentence is not very comfortable after all. Where should the motorcade stopped by me go? It's hard here and there, so I can only let it stay in the desert and cry.
I hate it!
I'm not the only one who hates it. Experts from Dunhuang Research Institute hate me more than I do. They don't want to confess, just keep a straight face and study Dunhuang documents for decades. Literary films can be bought from abroad, and the more humiliating they are, the more dense they are.
When I went, an international seminar on Dunhuang studies was being held in Mogao Grottoes. After the meeting a few days later, a Japanese scholar explained with a heavy tone: "I want to correct a past statement." The results of these years show that Dunhuang is in China and Dunhuang studies are also in China! "
Experts in China are not too excited. They left the meeting silently and walked past the death tower of Taoist Wang.
Here the author used several words "I hate" in succession, so we didn't hate them. However, before Yu's Don't Hate, we didn't know what hate was. We didn't know there was a "Taoist Wang Tower", so many people and officials were "Cang Sang". The success or failure of anything is not accidental. Corruption, selfishness and greed burned the bank of ants. Our classic works are even less than those in Japan.
A few days ago, the handsome and domineering gambling king Mr. He passed away and dominated the screen for several days. However, his patriotism and national integrity far exceeded his wealth and reputation. The return of the leader will go down in history in his name. We will always remember it.
There is a kind of love that flows in the blood of China people forever. There is a kind of love that stirs us forever. There is sorrow and hate. More is love and tolerance. Just like a child's attachment and love for his mother.
Mr. Yu's China cultural feelings are written in words, with his heart, and interpreted by Zen. His cultural communication has brought the same strength as Mr. He. It is the cultural awakening brought by the butterfly's flapping wings. Love the call of the country. Awaken Chinese people all over the world. And let future generations still perceive this love in the text.