Taoist fast crossing

In times of turmoil, personal destiny is like dust, fluctuating with the general trend. The so-called general trend is also formed by the gathering of countless dust. Dazzling brilliance bloomed in the short years, as bright and gorgeous as a meteor, guiding the right direction for the general situation in the dark, with a small body but a vast meaning.

In countless specific events and the time that flows day after day, it is filled with emotions from all living beings all the time, hunger, pain, anger, fear, sorrow, persistence, indignation... To be more specific, the lonely old woman's family died. In the midst of the artillery fire, she cried bitterly alone in the ruins; the bruised woman pulled up her clothes silently, waiting for her was everyone's different eyes, endless bitterness spread in her chest, and she couldn't utter a word; Tong opened his ignorant and ignorant eyes, hunger drove him to grab the rotten and damp soil on the ground; on the battlefield, half of the soldiers whose bodies were blown away still had a resolute smile on their faces, enduring the severe pain but could no longer kill a The enemy; the woman waits at the door for her husband, the mother bends down and waits for her son, the younger child looks forward to his father's return every day, and the older child is unable to carry a gun and has already entered the battlefield...

The suffering brought about by the war has been deeply imprinted on everyone on this land, including every flower, every grass, every leaf and every tree.It is like a huge hammer, hammering the rotten scrap iron fiercely, scorching the ancient land of the East in pain, burning it red, and putting everyone in labor pain for a long time.The stronger the beating, the more sparks burst out. When this land suffered an unprecedented blow, a spark finally ignited.The fire was violent and set off a prairie fire, burning the imperial power, husband power, and land power standing tall in the east to pieces. This fierce fire hurt the sharp claws stretched out by the foreigners, and let them see the hunched body, with yellow to dark skin, The descendants of Yan and Huang, who are as thin as a bamboo pole, also have the power to break the sky.

That roar of newborn pain, like a sleeping, old and sickly lion finally opening its eyes, and like a dying dragon nailed to the mud struggling to break its shackles, finally ignited the last flame. Bloody, finally straightened the backbone of the nation!

When a new country was established, countless people cheered and cried, and finally turned into a cry that resounded through the sky——

"The Chinese people have stood up!"

The smog that had been shrouded in the east for a hundred years finally dissipated, and the sun rose in the east, illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

In the old age, countless proud and unyielding heroes emerged, or they pressed against the backbone of a certain type of people with sharp pens, tried their best to make people restless, or built the Great Wall with flesh and bones to drive the invaders out of the country , or keep a low eyebrow and be pleasing to the eye, wandering among the various forces to earn money to help the world and the people, or hide their identities, and use a mask to circle the tip of the knife to hunt for information...

They were famous or unknown, they were fireflies in the dark night, morning stars in the sky... In the end, they were all taken away by a long time and written in history.

Lin Xinsheng was one of the few female writers at that time. She translated many foreign works and was known for her precision, elegance and fit to the original meaning.She later married a physicist, talented and beautiful, and affectionate.She once claimed to have a special feeling for those who study physics, which attracted many young students to rush to study physics.Maybe other girls also have feelings for studying physics...

She has never written any love letters, and the relationship with her husband is as light and natural as warm water, rich and poor are dependent on each other.After her death, later generations found a wooden box from her belongings, which contained the marriage letter of Fengqing, the second young lady of the Lin family, and Qingyan, the third young master of the Si family, and a bunch of red beans, counting only one hundred and seven. One was carved into the inside of the bracelet by her, and she did not take it off until she died.

That little feeling, or more complicated emotions, has not been expressed, but as its sustenance, Hongdou has always been by his side.

It turns out that Mr. Zhongsi's fiancée who died young was Lin Xinsheng.

Lin Xinsheng's husband is good at writing love letters. He is naive, sincere, and unexpectedly childish. Young people in later generations often use them as love quotes. He always said that he has a powerful rival in love, but he didn't expect that there was one... Maybe it was because Mr. Si gave him Too much pressure?Make him have to rack his brains to write love words to impress Lin Xinsheng?

This couple is a rare couple in the turbulent period who can start well and end well. The stories between them are full of wit, tenderness and timelessness, which are enviable.

Lin Xinsheng is also a well-known writer. His writing style is delicate and sharp, vivid and vivid, and contains a profound charm of the times. He is especially famous for his piece "Broken Cocoon".There are several women's deeds written in this article, most of them are very famous people, such as Mr. Si's disciple Lin Bai, such as Lin Xinsheng himself, and some other outstanding figures, but the most fascinating one is Su Hongkou and Wen Sisi, Su Hongkou, everyone knows that she is the well-known courtesan whose whereabouts are unknown, but Wen Sisi makes people rack their brains.

Wen Sisi once learned Japanese from Lin Xinsheng, had a marriage that everyone envied, and had a smart and sensible child.Because of his identity, he was arrested and committed suicide calmly.There were too many people who died at that time, and there was no conclusion as to who Wen Sisi was, but the people in "Broken Cocoon" were all real. In that era, there must have been a lady named "Wen Sisi", who was gentle, motivated, intelligent and lovely. , thoughtful and reticent, and finally died for righteousness, which became Lin Xinsheng's regret that he will never let go of.

Lin Xinsheng lived a long life, living more than 110 years old. When she was [-] years old, a big explosion happened in the history of cultural relics.

At the beginning, when a foreign museum thoroughly investigated the authenticity of cultural relics, several ancient seal characters were found on the inner layer of a cultural relic from the East. Experts saw that these four characters were written in - made in China.

Did the ancients still pay attention to this?

After careful investigation, we found that many cultural relics had such information, some were covered by jewels, which can only be seen by scanning, some were special paints in calligraphy and painting, which only appeared under special light, and some were the inner layers and cracks of iron and bronze wares. , you have to magnify many times to see clearly, but they are all the same four words-Made in China.

An elderly man in the Forbidden City silently took out a yellowed letter to give an official explanation.The letter stated that those "antiques" were a little gift from oriental traditional craftsmen to foreigners, and I hope they like it.Those four characters are to show sovereignty, and also to reduce the difficulty of distinguishing the authenticity for later generations.

The inscription is Si Qingyan, who is well known to the public.

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Mr. Si, why are you doing everything?

This surprised many famous scholars.And it's so beautiful in my heart, hey, the boss is so awesome, he can do such a thing...

Suddenly, I felt... the people on the altar were a little lively.

Looking at his statue again, I feel a spark of wisdom flashing in his eyes behind the glasses.When Mr. Si was making fakes back then, was he wondering what the expressions of those cultural relic owners would be when they found out the truth?Surprised, uncomfortable, dumbfounded?

When I think of this, it's as if I met Mr. Si across the air, looked into each other's eyes, and completed a silent communication.

When I think of the treasures that were robbed by others in the war-torn era were copied manually, I feel complicated. If you rob them, you can’t tell the truth from the fake. Meizizi took the fakes home and found out the truth after nearly 100 years... ...There is also a dull pain in my heart. Mr. Si did this kind of thing under such difficult circumstances... Even his physical condition has serious problems. When I think of this, I feel suffocated.Those times were too difficult. My own things were robbed, smashed, and burned. The door was wide open, and outsiders were allowed to come in, burn, kill, and loot.If he lived in a peaceful and stable prosperous age, he would surely live a long and peaceful old age.Now that great powers are rising and attracting worldwide attention, the ancestors who know about it should be comforted.

Later generations reopened the treasure house in Wancheng, took out those treasures that had been placed properly, stored them carefully, and paid them respects by the world. In the process, they accidentally found Si Qingyan's former studio.

There are a lot of semi-finished products piled up there, and it doesn't look like a semi-finished product... because it is a failed product made by him when he made fake products. There is a certain difference from the real product, but it is equally exquisite, and some even have annotations.For example, in an imitation of an ancient painting, the duck on the water was a little fatter than the original one, so he left it here and didn't take it out for use. Instead, he commented that the painting was too fat, so be careful next time.Looking at another landscape painting, what he wrote below is that it is even more beautiful than the original painting, which is a pity.Or the seal, if there is a slight difference, he also discards it.It's a pity that so many things are destroyed, and releasing them will cause trouble, so they will always exist there.

As soon as this incident broke out, it immediately caused a sensation.

No one expected that there would be such a thing. The annotations on some paintings really make people laugh to death.However, he unexpectedly revealed a serious feeling, as if he could see Mr. Si lowering his head, staring at his painting, with a stern and cold expression, a little dissatisfied, and finally added a few words with a pen - the painting is too fat, next time Notice.When I think of this, I can't wait to dig him out of the depths of time!I can't help it!Fuck, how can it be so cute, it's too much! ! !

He also left the words and sentences of the explanation, this time the words and sentences were carved on the wall with a knife, the fonts are clear and neat, very eye-catching.What he wrote was that if there is nothing broken, you can play with it when you are idle, and you can buy it if you want it.

Soon, the auction started vigorously, even attracting many international bigwigs.Local tyrants from all walks of life contributed money one after another to buy something made by Mr. Si himself for collection.In a sense, the things he created are not much worse than the real ones.Because it also has a profound meaning, it is a work of art that has a story and carries the wisdom of the Chinese nation.

Before some laws and regulations came out, many TV dramas with Si Qingyan and Si Qingheng as the protagonists were filmed in China, with all kinds of grievances and complex entanglements. It has become a material that can be used in all kinds of creations.

Compared with Lin Xinsheng, Si Qingyan is undoubtedly more eye-catching, and his deeds are more brilliant, but because it is too dazzling, it is difficult for future generations to define his achievements, let alone how to comment.

He is not suitable for those too flowery words.Always dressed in a black gown, simple and silent, it seems that no one can walk into his heart.During the rough years he walked alone, he never made a hoarse cry, and even the way of disappearing was so ordinary.Like the silent smearing of ink and wash on rice paper, forming a meaningful picture, it will never appear in the world again, and it is just a thin silhouette in the eyes of others.

He didn't write any words to express his emotions, and the materials and teaching materials he left behind are very official, but through those difficult knowledge, he can see a silent and meaningful person, who entrusts this land with the tenderness of the world.

The fourth roll