Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Confucius turned around, and saw that the plateau and snow-capped mountains behind him had all disappeared. Lin Yi was standing on the bank, and a group of people on the bank were seeing an official off.

"Shizhi!" An official raised his glass.

"This trip to the north, please be careful."

A man in a dark official robe bowed to everyone.

"Everyone sees you off, Zu Ti remembers, this time I go north, I will definitely recover the lost land for Jin!"

"If the lost land is not recovered, Zu Ti will not return it to the death!"

Zu Ti drank the wine in the glass, boldly threw the wine glass into the Huai River, then turned and boarded the boat.

This time, what he brought was the part that he brought when he went south, and there were no more than a thousand people in total.

Zuti boarded the boat and looked at the land visible in the distance, his eyes lit up.

He must regain Jin's lost ground!
He reached out and slapped the window rail.

"If this place is not lost again! Zu Ti is willing to die in the North Kingdom!"

The people on the shore dispersed, and Lin Yi stood on the shore, holding the hand of the master, and arrived on the boat in an instant.

"This person's name is Zu Ti. After the Han Dynasty, the world was divided into three parts, and three parts belonged to the Jin Dynasty. In a few years, the Jin Dynasty was in chaos, foreign tribes invaded, and the Jin Dynasty was partial to the south. At this time, the north was in the same chaotic world as the Spring and Autumn Period that the master lived in. .”

"Emperor Jin didn't want to send troops to recover the lost land. He led the family trilogy alone, went north alone, and was defeated and died in the end."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he and Confucius looked at Zu Ti's proud back.

"This man's courage should be considered a hero."

Confucius frowned slightly.

"It's just that, isn't this person afraid?"

"According to Mr. Lin, the north is now in chaos."

Confucius sighed, "A crowd of heroes competes for the throne. In troubled times, a person like him will surely be defeated and die."

"Even so, he's going?"

Ji Dong took a step back.

"Master, you can ask yourself."

Confucius looked at Zu Ti's back, then walked slowly behind him,
Zuti turned around and saw an old man and a young man behind him.

"When did you two get on the boat?"

Zu Ti looked at Confucius, feeling familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

"Now the boat has set off, you two will stay on the boat for a few days, wait for me to cross the river, and then return."

Confucius nodded, and then asked: "Dare to ask the general, where is the general going?"

"Yuzhou."

"Nowadays the war is chaotic, why does the general go to the place where the war is chaotic?"

Zuti laughed and shook his sleeves behind his back.

"I'm from Jin. If I take a side because of the chaos of war and only care about pleasure and pleasure, then wouldn't I be ashamed of this official robe, my trust in His Majesty, and the people of the world?"

As Zu Ti talked, his smile gradually disappeared.

"The war in the north caused the people of Jin to be bullied. Even though they were in dire straits, Zu Ti dared not sleep day and night!"

"I'm going this time."

"Perhaps, he will die too."

Zuti's tone became very light.

"but!"

"If death is fearful, Zu Ti will not be able to take half a step."

"Zu Ti is not afraid of life and death, but only afraid of not being able to uphold the righteousness in his heart."

"The sage said, to cultivate one's moral character, rule the country and bring peace to the world, Zu Ti is willing to do it for the rest of his life, and he will never regret it even if he dies!"

Zu Ti turned around and faced the camera, with determination in his eyes.

He knew he would die for it, but he never regretted it!

"The mid-stream hit Ji, and he didn't want to look back. Zu Ti did everything he could, regained Yuzhou, and returned peace to the people in the North."

"The firmness in his eyes is exactly the same as that of the master. This kind of quality of dying for the ideal is really touching."

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"Brothers, pick up your pens! Today we will start fighting!"

"Come on! Fight all night!"

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Confucius looked at such a determined Zu Ti, and the look in his eyes became more and more determined.

"What the general said is thought-provoking, and it is called Qiu Wuyun Lisan."

"May the general get his wish!"

Confucius said that Zu Ti's eyes were full of determination, and he turned to look at the distant river.

Beidi is waiting for him. Although he has only a thousand people now, he believes that he will realize his wish.

"Sir, I see that your eyes are familiar, why don't you go north with Zu Ti and serve the country?"

Zu Ti turned around, wanting to hold the hands of the two, to find out that the two just now had long since disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the river in front of him in relief.

The torrential river is far away, and the victory and defeat of rise and fall are also far away.

Ji Dong and Confucius appeared on the river bank.

Confucius looked at the ship going away, stroked his beard and said with emotion: "This man has a firm ambition, even though he dies, he will not regret it."

"It's a gentleman!"

Ji Dong looked at the big boat, then walked forward slowly.

"There are countless gentlemen in this long river."

"Master, do you still want to see it?"

Lin Yi turned his head, his eyes lit up, he hurried forward, and followed Lin Yi directly into the river.

The big river boat in front of me dissipated like a cloud and mist, and black branches shot out from the screen.

Under the tree branch, a man was poorly dressed, with a bitter expression on his face.

He walked on the bank and groaned, crying bitterly while groaning.

"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."

"Prosperity and decline are so close, it's hard to describe the melancholy."

Confucius and Lin Yi stood in the river, but their clothes were not even half wet.

Confucius looked at the person who was slowly walking towards him, and Ji Dong's eyes were also on that person, with pity mixed in his eyes.

"This person is named Du Fu."

"It's the end of the prosperous age."

"His life has gone through the most prosperous period of the dynasty and the period of the dynasty's decline."

"His poems describe the people at the bottom, the current situation, and the sorrow of life."

"In later generations, he is known as the history of poetry."

Confucius listened to Lin Yi's description, but kept his eyes on Du Fu.

His poem has been read to the end.

"Meditate on the unemployed, and die because of reading far away."

"Worry about Qi Zhongnan, don't let the hole go."

Confucius looked at Du Fu who was walking in front of him, and followed suit.

"Meditate on the unemployed, and die because of reading far away."

"Worry about Qi Zhongnan, don't let the hole go."

Du Fu immediately turned his head and looked at Confucius beside him.

He looked at Confucius, stunned for a moment, then shocked in his eyes.

He took two steps back, and then a sour sob sound squeezed out from his throat.

"Master! You are Master!"

The light in Du Fu's eyes has been dulled by the world, he looked at Confucius, only the tears that were about to overflow remained in his eyes.

Seeing Du Fu like this, the audience in front of the screen also had tears in their eyes.

"Du Fu has been studying Confucianism all his life, and his concern for the country and the people is the most typical person of Confucianism."

"He must be very wronged, seeing such an era, but he can't do anything."

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"He has been in grief all his life! It is because of grief that he is so excited when he sees Master!"

Among the Huaxia Cultural Research Institute.

Guan Hongshen's eyes were also full of tears, but he sighed softly in view of the people sitting beside him.

He has studied Du Fu all his life, and when he saw Du Fu who couldn't help crying like this, he immediately felt empathy.

Du Fu spent the rest of his life in exile and saw too many disasters in the world. He couldn't be an official, so he had to record the joys and sorrows in the world with his own pen.

He wandered around, he didn't have a place to live, but what he embraced in his heart was still the scholars of the world.

Such a childlike heart is touching.

Guan Hong took a deep breath, and heard crying from beside him.

Chen Jitong was holding the paper, weeping uncontrollably, and all the people sitting next to him were in the same posture.

Guan Hongshen turned his face away, let the tears fall, and then secretly wiped them away.

After all, he is also the former dean, isn't he?