How old was he then? He is still a student. On that day, a dripping winter, the students were all out of school, sitting by the fire and eating hot and delicious rice. And he sat alone in a well-ventilated school, as cold as icehouse, silently taking out a lunch box from the desk drawer. That's a box of frozen millet porridge with a layer of ice chips on it. With trembling hands, he cut the frozen porridge into four pieces, cut off several horseshoes, sprinkled them on the porridge, and rubbed his hands, hehe. He picked up chopsticks and put them in his mouth. He couldn't help feeling cold. His face did not show any pain, nor did it show any bitterness. It seems that he eats delicious food. You listen to his poems "Fu" and "Open-mindedness": "The pottery jar is bluish yellow; Take a big bite and pick out the palace feathers. " Poor people often laugh when they cry. With a tear in his eyes, he was silent about the suffering life, only letting the tears slide silently in his heart.
The poor boy who broke the porridge finally grew up. That day, he walked quietly into the examination room with solid steps. In the face of "College Entrance Examination" composition topic "Jin Zairong Fu", I stared for a long time. He thought that the Dynasty of the Song Dynasty was in the midst of internal troubles and foreign aggression, and was in the midst of war and struggle. He couldn't help but gush out a wave of heroism and wrote: "If you do something, I would like to be a golden mirror; If you make it smooth, please do it. " He is full of lofty sentiments and hopes to contribute to the country with his literary talent. He got his wish and finally passed the Jinshi exam. However, when he was proud of the spring breeze, he did not wait for the "golden mirror"; High-spirited, he is not waiting for a "lieutenant", but a long career. He was alone in the cold autumn, and unconsciously touched the feelings of travel, and his passion turned into bitterness. You heard him write "Su Curtain Covering" and said sadly, "The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn is cold, the smoke is green and the waves are green. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing the thoughts of traveling, unless you sleep like a dream every night. The high-rise building in the bright moon rests alone, and the wine turns into tears. " He has no place to use his strength and no way to plead, so his heart is haunted and depressed, and his tears and bitter wine are swallowed silently.
Young talents crying in the wind are getting old. On that day, the yellow dust was long and the hooves rang. I saw him wearing a helmet and iron clothes, fighting swords with Han Qi as a lieutenant in Shaanxi, pointing to the west, and leading troops to guard Yan 'an and resist Xixia. When he was old and strong, he made great achievements and his reputation spread widely. The people praised him like this: "There was a Korean in the army, and the western thief was frightened;" There is a style in the army, and the western thieves are scared when they hear it. " Xixia people also described him like this: "Fan Xiao Lao Tzu has a million armour soldiers in his chest. "But, such a formidable general, after all, can't change the situation of humiliation for peace. Facing the bright moon in Qin and Han Dynasties, he stroked his wrist, and a drop of crystal tears fell on his cheek. After listening to his poem "The Fisherman's Passion", you intoned bitterly: "The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The geese in Hengyang go without paying attention, and all directions sound, and the sunset in Chang 'an is lonely. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people are not sleepy. The general was white-haired and in tears. "Plain ambition didn't pay off, Ran Yan is not happy, but tears flow out, to drown my sorrows. How desolate and generous this is, strong and fierce, and a patriotic heart of iron and blood is shocking.
The white-haired general who galloped on the battlefield put down the "general" and picked up the "golden mirror" to participate in the "Qingli New Deal". He improved politics and got rid of bad politics, but he did what he had to do. He was bold. That day, he came to the class to inspect, picked up the roster of personnel, and checked one by one with a serious expression. When he saw that the names of those who were not talented were all crossed off, Fu Bi stood by and reminded him: "It's easy to cross off a pen, but you don't know that the whole family is crying." Fan Zhongyan stared at him and asked firmly, "Why did the family cry all the way?" In order not to make the whole world cry, he resolutely abolished it. He cares about the country and loves the people. Although he ended up being dismissed and relegated, he still left the eternal swan song of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later". I've seen enough flowers bloom and fall, and I've seen all the clouds and clouds. Fan Zhongyan's tears seem to have dried up, but his heart of enriching Qiang Bing and caring for the country and people is more persistent, more determined, heavier and deeper.
The life written by Fan Zhongyan and tears is full of chivalry and tenderness. His heroic tears, shining in the historical sky, can awaken our conscience; His tears, reflected in the long river of history, can activate our souls.
(I don't know if it is ~ ~ ~)