When I looked up, I was full of reverence. I saw his nose was high, his eyebrows were deep, his eyes were sharp, his lips were earnestly sipping, and his beard was fluttering. His eyes are deep and clear, and his expression is firm and aloof. He is a scholar in a blue shirt, with his right hand on his chest, a book between his five fingers and a lock of hair in his left hand. Behind him is the distant mountain, green as Dai, in front of him is his hometown, with red walls and great harmony, and his vision is the vast horizon in the distance.
Shigu Mountain is located in Qiao Rong, Nan 'an, with beautiful scenery. This is a very common place name, just like thousands of villages in Qian Qian, blooming on the earth. The autumn fields are colorful, like a palette. The brown land is silent, green vegetables are about to drip, golden rice dances in the wind, and purple bougainvillea blooms, which constitutes the gorgeous scenery of beautiful countryside.
Looking out, Shan Ye is picturesque in autumn, with a few red leaves and sparse yellow leaves among the green leaves. The blue sky is like washing, the sky is blue, and several white clouds are changing their patterns and floating leisurely. The scenery is beautiful.
Seeing this beautiful scene, Li Zhi actually smiled. For more than 400 years, the pace of the times has been moving forward. The equality between men and women advocated by him has been realized, and the theory of childlike innocence has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
The village below the mountain, I have been to Shigu Mountain before. I remember a white cat sunbathing on the roof, with its paws leaning forward, eyes slightly narrowed and a lazy face. Several local dogs wandered in the street, chasing each other from time to time, barking once or twice, then flying away birds and animals, and then playing together. Sparrows are neatly arranged on the wires, some are staring blankly at the sky, and some are chirping happily towards the earth.
It is the ancestral home of Rouge Lane in Li Zhi, where homesickness floats. I seem to see Li Zhi, a carefree child, skipping around the house. Li Zhi, a teenager, helped his relatives water the fields in Zhang Tianjing, watching farmers pull weeds in the vegetable garden to catch insects, harvest sweet potatoes and peanuts in the fields, and bend over and sweat like rain to harvest rice.
I paced and meditated, lying on the bamboo bed in the yard on summer nights, watching the stars all over the sky. Li Dongyang kept thinking: farmers work hard. Without the hard work of farmers in the fields, what would people eat, wear and drink? Charming nature has brought endless rewards to people. /kloc-when he was 0/2 years old, he wrote "On the Old Farmers' Nursery", expressing his dissatisfaction with neglecting farmers' thoughts.
The embrace of nature, simple countryside and hardworking farmers have opened young Li Zhi's eyes to the world. He began to learn poetry and etiquette at the age of seven. He is smart, diligent and ambitious. He was stubborn from an early age, good at independent thinking, unbelieving in Shinto, and not bound by Confucian traditional concepts.
In Baiyun Temple in the distance, young Li Zhi studied there. The time spent studying in Baiyun Temple day and night, like a beam of sunlight reflected on him, opened his soul and lit up his future path. His vision has broadened, and he can have a wide range of knowledge when he goes out. He moved from Nan 'an Village and Quanzhou Old Town to a wider and boundless world outside.
An old house with white walls and red tiles, the red tiles are like fish scales, stacked layer by layer. In the rice fields, farmers have been cutting rice, and the threshing machine roared. The farmer put bundles of fresh rice into the machine, and the ears of rice separated instantly, and the light ears of rice circled in the air and slowly returned to the field.
His portrait hangs in the simple Li Family Temple and the Li Zhi Memorial Hall in the middle school. When I read his words, listen to his stories and feel his thoughts, his greatness and greatness are all in his books. The yellowed paper in the glass cabinet is full of his hard work.
Li Zhi's thought is independent, profound and clear-headed, and he never follows others' advice. Poor life did not crush his will, but secular chaos, flattery and slander became the last straw to crush him. 76-year-old Li Zhi was arrested and imprisoned by the ruling class on the charge of "dare to advocate disorderly conduct and slander the people by mistake", and his works were burned. "Leave, leave, there must be a confidant in the afterlife!" The shackles in prison trapped his hands and feet, but could not imprison his heart. Let his body and mind be free and enjoy himself in the sky. He was filled with indignation and calm, leaving a poem "Famous mountains and valleys are crawling all over the floor, but this wall is the only one that has not been introduced" and committed suicide in Tongzhou prison, Hebei Province. His body was destroyed in prison, but his free thought was inspiring. "Confucius' right and wrong is right and wrong, so there is no right and wrong." "The spirit of anti-feudalism, anti-oppression and anti-authority broke through the sky.
The world can't understand the detachment in his deep eyes, his deep alternative and ethereal thoughts. He is unruly and opinionated. He doesn't like the smell of fireworks and despises the complexity of the world. He is sober-minded, has a lonely taste and feels sad. Across the Qian Shan, he recalled his cradle of blood. The land in southern Fujian raised him. The countryside taught him farming culture and the hardships of harvesting. This city exposed him to marine culture and broadened his horizons. Li Zhi's faltering old man left the world nearly a hundred works such as Burning Books, Continued Burning Books, Collection of Books, Continued Collection of Books, and Chu Tan Ji. His spirit and thoughts are as bright as the sun and the moon.
Li Zhi was aloof, detached and independent, and was not accommodated and understood by the rulers at that time. He is a lonely warrior and a scattered enlightener. In his 76-year life, he has never been devastated, but he has repeatedly lost and fought, stuck to his ideals and never forgot his initiative. History has proved that he will not be lonely in the end, and later people will follow him, understand him and admire him.
History has not forgotten him. In the courtyard of Wanshou Road, the former residence outside the south gate of Quanzhou where he was born, there is always a faint fragrance all year round. There are two lush Milan trees and a tall mango tree, accompanied by his half-life bronze statue. In his ancestral home in Qiao Rong, Nan 'an, there is a full-length portrait of Shigu Mountain and a half-life portrait of Li Zhi Memorial Hall in Qiao Rong Middle School. Generation after generation of students relived his thoughts. Outside the province, there are cities where he wanders and cemeteries where he sleeps. The road he walked, the words he left behind and the books he wrote have always inspired people and illuminated the progress of explorers in the long river of history.
"It is unique to satirize the world with millions of words; Asked Confucius for two thousand years, Mr. Wei said, "There is a spirit in the soil, and the clock was angry 500 years ago;" Its people are immortal. In a world three thousand miles away, it is true that Confucianism shows its charm. " There is also a tall stone statue of Li Zhi in Quanzhou West Lake Park. The two couplets on the archway made Li Zhi's thoughts great, and the people in his hometown have not forgotten him.
On Shigu Mountain, Li Zhi's eyes drifted over his ancestral home in Qiao Rong, Nan 'an, the southern gate of Quanzhou, his birthplace, and his northern capital, looking into the sky and imagining the infinite future.
I can't forget it-Li Zhi,No. Zhuowu, was an outstanding thinker, historian and writer in China in the late Ming Dynasty. His advanced thought is a banner in the long river of historical development, which will fly forever in the vast land of China and the world, and on the splendid Milky Way.