[Comprehensive] Number of Merry

The fragrant flowers among the rice paddies have all fallen, and the peach blossoms on the mountains are in full bloom.Hui Shi climbed upwards while looking at the sights, unknowingly forgetting the time, until the clear gurgling sound of ring pendants hit his ears, and the road turned to one side with the twists and turns of the mountain, he was reluctant to leave. Withdrawing his gaze, he quickened his pace and walked up.

In my memory, turning this corner is the new residence of my friend Zhuang Zhou last year - a small house that took only five days to build.

Hui Shi remembered very clearly that after his friend selected the address, besides his fellow villagers, he also brought two servants to help.First dig out a square pit, then surround the wall with branches firmly bound with straw ropes, mix with wooden pillars and adobe, then smear grass mud on the ground and walls, and finally use oak wood to make rafters, and wheat straw to make rafters. roof, even if the house is basically set up.The rest are small and odd jobs, such as whitewashing the floor and walls of the house with whitewash, surrounding the courtyard wall with thorns, digging cellars, building stoves, weaving doors, etc.

But the scroll unfolded in front of his eyes obviously did not match his memory.

The barren and gentle slope that was originally empty and flat, where you can see your friend's residence at a glance, has become a verdant and lush bamboo forest.The bright sunlight casts mottled shadows through the bamboo leaves. When the wind blows through, the broken shadows sway and the bamboo leaves rustle, making people feel like they are out of the dust.

Hui Shi walked a few steps from the place where the green bamboos were sparse, and saw a winding path covered by dense leaves on the side branches, from low to high, and he didn't know where it led.Walking along the path for about [-] steps, the mountain light turns into the color of water, the bamboo path turns into a stone path, and the flowing spring from the high place in the west falls vertically, forming a half-curtain waterfall.Stepping on the stone path paved in the middle of the clear water, the gentle breeze blows by the side, the floating clouds wet the single clothes, and there are fish swimming and shuttling below, the scenery is very pleasant.

The most popular architectural style nowadays is the beauty of carved beams and painted buildings, grandeur and magnificence, and the prosperity of palaces and pavilions, beautiful pearls and jade. Princes, generals, and rich families all compete to collect rare things and exhaust their manpower to build buildings.Not only are patterns carved and drawn on the railings, but even the tiles on the eaves of the tile ridges are decorated with relief patterns, which are called tiles.The garden buildings built here have no carvings or patterns.Huishi looked around, and saw a pavilion at the end of the stone road, like a floating pavilion, above the hanging waterfall, the wind pavilion, the bridge corridor, the lotus willow, each suitable for its place, the mountains and rivers, the pavilions, all integrated into one, although there are no embroidered doors, carvings, and mountain knots. It is extravagant, but it has the nature of harmony between man and nature, like poetry and picturesque.

Involuntarily, Hui Shi thought of the weird and wonderful Chu country myths spoken by his friends—the undulating mountains, the lush forests, the rushing rivers, the vast sea of ​​clouds, and gods exist everywhere; The changes of nature, the alternation of cold and heat in the four seasons, the evolution of life and death, sickness and death, everything is governed by gods.

Wearing lotus clothes, belts around the waist, peacock car covers, and emerald flags, Shao Shiming; Yun Zhongjun, who lives in the Shou Palace in the clouds, is in the same light as the sun and the moon, drives the emperor's clothes, and travels around; It's so bizarre and full of mystery.

While in a trance, the sound of the water gradually faded away, and he arrived at a courtyard full of locust trees.The floating and changing pieces of gold and the luxuriant rich green separate and combine with each other to form a crystal-clear and bright world.

A tall, slender woman with a radiant countenance stands in the courtyard, her posture is relaxed and relaxed, her handsome eyes with a string of Sophora japonica flowers are bright and energetic, as piercing as watching a fire.Hui Shi took a step closer, and saw that she was wearing a white dress with narrow sleeves, and a long blue skirt. The thin, cloud-like plain coat had bamboo leaf patterns embroidered with water blue silk thread to the waist, and she looked like a fairy.

Seemingly aware of something, the woman looked at her slightly, her beautiful face was full of vitality:

"A gentleman comes to the door, so why come?"

After all, he is not an ordinary person, Hui Shi collected his mind, bowed and cupped his hands and said: "Hui Shi from the Song Dynasty, visiting friends here, dare to ask where the Zhou family lives."

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, and then pointed to the houses in the courtyard.

If scholars in the Warring States period wanted to make friends, they should invite a middle-aged person to introduce them on their behalf before meeting for the first time, so as to show their sincerity. Talking directly is considered impolite and presumptuous.

Therefore, even though he was full of curiosity about the woman's identity, Hui Shi didn't ask any further questions. After thanking the woman for her guidance according to etiquette, he went forward to knock on the door.A moment later, a young man dressed in sackcloth and a kerchief around his head opened the wooden door from the house. It was his friend Zhuang Zhou whom he hadn't seen for half a year.

"Zixiu."

He greeted warmly.

Zhuang Zhou paused in opening the door, and closed the door without thinking.

Hui Shi had anticipated his reaction, and quickly blocked the door with bamboo slips.

"Debate on 'Li Jianbai' again, don't blame me for turning my face."

"When the water rises and the brook is blue, I invite my son to swim and enjoy my ears."

After confronting each other through the crumbling wooden door for a while, Zhuang Zhou let go of his hand slowly: "If that's the case, let's go together."

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The committee of the Tao also empties the gods, deities transforms qi, qi transforms into form, form is born and everything is blocked.

Neither a goal nor an identity was set, and Wang Lang, who had nothing to do, followed the method taught by Jiang Shang to concentrate on training his energy, and turned his body in the dream into reality. The time and place were still chosen by Jiang Shang. ——In the middle of the Warring States period, a river at the border between Chu and Song.

The kind-hearted young man I met by the river—maybe I saw her carrying a sword and bow, and was forced to be kind—surnamed Zhuang Mingzhou, a representative of the Taoist school in the pre-Qin period, a famous thinker, philosopher, and writer in Chinese history, His famous novel "Xiaoyaoyou" was once selected into the recitation text of Wang Lang's high school Chinese, which made Wang Lang deeply feel the great malice and deep-seated destruction of the modern illiterates by the pre-Qin philosophers.

Less gossip, let’s get back to the topic.

Wang Lang, who is accustomed to dominating all things and serving the masses, and has a dark history of usurping the country and the throne, although he has nothing to do with his shoulders, has a bad habit of like doves occupying magpies' nests, but he can't change it for a while. Hengsheng's small houses are renovated into landscape villas that are more in line with the aesthetics of Jin people and more suitable for human habitation.

Fortunately, philosophers in the lush age not only have the excellent quality of being happy with the situation, but also know how to protect themselves.While teaching Wang Lang the Chu-Song dialect and local customs through a large number of daily dialogues and thought collisions, at the same time, he used Confucius's view that "you can prosper, you can watch, you can group, you can complain, and those who are near are the father, and those who are far away are the king. Know more about birds and beasts." The "Three Hundred Poems" of "The Name of Plants and Trees" was used as a literacy textbook to teach her the characters of the seven countries, and the relationship between the two of them can be called a happy relationship—at least Wang Lang thinks so.

Huishi came to visit this day. Wang Lang, who had heard the allusion of "Zhuang Huizhizhi" for a long time, cut a bamboo shoot, iced a tube of sorrel, and picked young green locust leaves, mashed the juice and added flour to make thin noodles. Soak it in ice water, pick it up with bamboo chopsticks, pour in cooked oil, and make two bowls of bright blue locust leaves.Finally, put them all into the bamboo baskets separated by a cross, cover them tightly, tie them tightly, and carry them down the mountain to look for people.

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Not far from the foot of the mountain is the Haoshui River from Xiyuan. In the water, there is a small flat fish called minnow. It is white in color and tender in meat, delicious in taste. A small white fish that likes to swim in the shallow waters of the river bank to look for food. It is not delicious when steamed, boiled, stewed, so it escaped unharmed.

Walking along the river, Wang Lang saw several groups of minnows shuttling in the shallow water, sometimes floating to the surface, opening their mouths to swallow the petals blown into the river by the summer wind.

After a hundred steps, the river narrowed, and an arched bridge with wooden beams and stone pillars was built above it. The two sages Wang Lang had been looking for were watching fish on the bridge.

Seeing that Zhuang Zhou looked happy, he looked at the fish swimming in the water and said, "minnows travel leisurely, which is the joy of fish."

Hui Shi's spirits perked up, and he provocatively raised the thorn: "Zi Feiyu, how do you know the joy of fish?"

Zhuang Zhou asked back: "You are not me, how do you know that I don't know the joy of fish?"

Huishi replied: "I am not a son, I do not know the son; the son is definitely not a fish, the son does not know the fish's joy!"

I am not you, of course I don't know you; you are not a fish, so you can be sure that you don't know the happiness of fish.

Realizing that the debate was about to lose, Zhuang Zhou recalled the entire conversation, and found that his opponent had already revealed his flaws as early as the beginning of the debate, so he leisurely leaned on the railing and said:

"Please follow the book. The master said, 'Ru'an knows the joy of fish'. You know what I know and ask me. I know the Haoshang."

Hui Shi was turned back by him and did not refute in time, but Hui Shi believed that this was just a mistake in the debate, not a logical error, so after figuring it out, he continued to argue: "This trick of stealing peaches for plums is not my fault."

Zhuang Zhou ignored him, and stretched out his hand to greet Wang Lang. His clear and pure autumn eyes were vivid, and his attitude could almost be called enthusiasm: "Go and sit under the tree."

He took the initiative to take the food bamboo tube from Wang Lang's hand.

With a middleman, you can make an introduction.It's a pity that Zhongren himself is unreliable, and he is even more unreliable when he introduced him: you heard it just now, he is Hui Shi from Song Dynasty, and like Gongsun Long, he likes to debate.This girl's surname is Wang, as I mentioned to you just now, just call her Wang Jun.

In history, Hui Shi was not only a philosopher and debater, but also a politician. He was responsible for presiding over foreign affairs many times, which shows that he is a sophisticated human being.Wang Lang is also the type who is very good at getting along with people. The two looked at each other and smiled, breaking the ice naturally and talking about "Zi Fei Yu".

"Who do I agree with?"

Hearing this question, Wang Lang was slightly taken aback.This debate can be regarded as one of the most famous debates in Chinese history. Countless sages and wise men have argued for thousands of years without reaching a consensus. Even the meaning of Zhuangzi's last sentence has different opinions and cannot be determined. Let Wang Lang answer.

Zhuang Zhou, who was content to drink sorrel in a bamboo tube, relieved Wang Lang:

"It's useless to argue with others, and it's the same to force people to be right."

I said earlier that it is meaningless to debate like this, and in the same way, it is meaningless to force people to decide.

Wang Lang found it interesting, and couldn't help but ask him why, leading to some high-level arguments:

Neither you nor I can convince the other party, so a third-party ruling is required.But it's like you and I can't determine the superiority, and the world is also suffering from ignorance and darkness, so who can make the correct verdict?

Let people with the same views as you judge, and naturally agree with you; let people with the same views as mine judge, and naturally agree with me; let people with different views judge with us, and you will not agree with me.So you and I have no way of knowing this, so who else are we waiting for?

After a long speech with the momentum of parallelism, Zhuang Zhou summed up his speech with unsatisfactory intentions:

"Huasheng treats each other, if they don't treat each other, and they are treated as Tianni, because they are treated as Manyan, so they are poor."

Hui Shi replied simply: "Absurd."

The two looked at each other for a while, and then looked at Wang Lang together.