Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

Seeing this scene, many viewers in front of the screen felt Confucius' persistent pursuit of the unity of the world and the unity of the world.

He is like that Kuafu chasing the sun, knowing that he can't do it, just for the way he firmly believes in.

This should be the key to Confucius being revered as a saint by later generations, but not because he was willing to experience countless sufferings, so he was called a saint.

Before the live broadcast room, countless viewers saw this, especially the students who were really studying, and they also made up their minds in their hearts that they must treat the works of the sages in the Chinese textbooks in the future.

Even if I still can't empathize with it, can't understand the deep meaning, or even temporarily forget it, I believe that one day they will be like that juniper tree, and they will be revived again.

At this moment, under the camera.

After telling the legend of the juniper tree, Gao Yang then said to Confucius.

"Master, let's look at the changes in China in 2000 under the influence of the private school style you created."

After all, he waved his sleeves and secretly activated the system's ability.

I saw an invisible force sweeping over, and fallen leaves fell from the cypress tree, and each of these fallen leaves reflected a real scene like a movie documentary.

As the saying goes, one leaf blinds the eyes, but Mount Tai cannot be seen.

But in the shadow of the leaves, there is the sound of Lang Lang reading for thousands of years.

At this moment, the surrounding courtyard buildings gradually disappeared, and everyone's eyes seemed to be blocked by the leaves, falling into the secret realm of time and space, and came to different places one after another.

Regardless of Confucius, Yan Hui, Zi Gong, Zi Lu and others behind him all opened their eyes wide, watching the magical scene in disbelief, and they were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

this moment.

From the first leaves, a solemn and solemn attic gradually emerged. The plaque on it was written with four big characters in big seal script.

Jixia School Palace.

At this moment, Confucius, Gao Yang and others were standing outside the window, watching the sound of reading books coming from the room.

"Green, take it from blue, and green from blue; ice, from water, and colder from water. The straight wooden rope is taken as a wheel, and its bend is in the standard. Although there are wars, those who no longer stand up, make them Of course. The old wood will be straight when it is roped, and the metal will be sharp and profitable."

Seeing this, Gao Yang also said aloud.

"Master, this is the Jixia Academy in the State of Qi during the Warring States Period. It is the earliest government-run institution of higher learning in the world. Here, a hundred schools of thought contend, not only the Confucianism founded by the Master, but also the Legalists and the Military Schools. It can be said that a hundred flowers bloom. The idea thrives.”

"Many famous thinkers were born in it, which influenced the later generations for more than 2000 years."

Hearing this, Confucius' eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help sighing.

"A tree that blooms alone is not spring, but a variety of purples and reds is spring, and a hundred flowers bloom together. To learn, one should learn from others, develop continuously, and keep pace with the times. The words of one family are inevitably not comprehensive enough.

The disciples behind him also nodded, and among them, Yan Hui also spoke.

"What the master said is very true. Our brothers and sisters often have different opinions on weekdays, but our understanding has become more profound because of it."

At this time, through the window sill, I saw an old man with white hair and childlike face sitting on the podium, nodding secretly while watching many students studying hard.

Seeing this, Gao Yang also said introductoryly,

"This is Mr. Xunzi, who is also the sacrificial wine of Jixia Academy. He respects the teachings of the Master the most, and advocates "combining rituals and laws"; he puts forward the idea of ​​"controlling the destiny and using it", and opposes the superstition of ghosts and gods."

"What the student recited aloud just now is the article "Encouraging Learning" written by him, and the student has also studied it in later generations."

"Okay, it's Daren to persuade people to learn. Xunzi is really good at everything."

As soon as the words fell, the Jixia Academy in front of him was like a mirage, following the falling of the leaf and going away.

When a gust of wind blows, thousands of years pass by, and the sun and the moon rotate.

The second leaf flew down and caught everyone's eyes.

Under the camera, after crossing the stone steps, an academy with white walls and black tiles appeared in front of everyone.

On the plaque, vermilion's handwriting is flying like a dragon and a phoenix, which is quite a style of study.

Bailudong Academy.

"Master, this is Bailudong Academy. Bailudong Academy began in Tang Dynasty, flourished in Song Dynasty, continued in Ming and Qing Dynasties, and has a history of more than 1000 years until the time of my disciples."

Hearing this, Confucius also nodded with a smile.

"Bailudong Academy, okay."

Wait until they pass through the courtyard gate and enter the inner courtyard.

At this moment, I saw a middle-aged man in a black gown sitting high on the podium, speaking earnestly.

"Reading, at the beginning of reading, there is no doubt about the unknown; secondly, gradually doubt; in the middle, doubt gradually. After this, doubt is gradually resolved, until it is integrated, there is no doubt, and only then is learning."

Seeing this, Gao Yang also introduced.

"This is Zhu Xi, a Confucianist and educator in the Southern Song Dynasty of China. He personally highly respects the study of the Master."

"He rebuilt the Bailudong Academy and personally established the school rules, namely the famous "Bailudong Academy Canon". The "Bailudong Academy Canon" is one of the earliest educational regulations in the history of world education."

At this time, a student with a handsome face in the audience couldn't help asking.

"May I ask Zhu Zi, where is the source of learning?"

Hearing this, Zhu Xi also smiled and stroked his long beard, and said leisurely.

"Ask the channel that is so clear that it is a source of fresh water."

Seeing the twinkling eyes of the students under the stage, they couldn't help nodding their heads.

Off the court, Confucius also praised with a smile.

"Well said, forever."

this moment.

Bailudong Academy gradually went away, and time passed like a river again, day and night.

Another leaf fell.

In the screen, it is called Yangming Academy.

Sitting on the podium, Wang Yangming, dressed in an elegant gown, talked about the way of a sage that he finally comprehended through painstaking efforts.

"It is easy to break a thief in the mountain, but difficult to break a thief in the heart."

"Therefore, being a saint is purely based on the principles of heaven, not in talent. Therefore, even if you are ordinary people, if you are willing to learn and make your mind pure from the principles of heaven, you can also be a saint."

During the symposium, there were countless disciples, all of whom foreshadowed and urgently wrote down Wang Yangming's language, which became "Biography and Xilu".

Looking at this scene from a distance, the eyes of Confucius and the disciples were filled with tears.

They were so familiar with this scene, as if they saw themselves thousands of years later.

"Passed on."

"Master, the Tao we pursued has finally been passed down."

Everyone was so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and their eyes were full of tears.

Leaves drifted past and fell again.

Just like generations of students, exploring the avenue, and passing on
Carrying the avenue.

The side of the sunken boat is accompanied by thousands of sails, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree.

this moment.

The time has also come to modern times.

It was a turbulent era, and it was also the most humiliating era for the Chinese nation in the past 5000 years. Even the leaves were stained with blood, which made people clench their fists.

A bloody leaf fell, as bright as a maple leaf.

Seeing this, Confucius and a group of disciples also showed worried expressions in their eyes.