Hypocrites

On the vernal equinox, the flowing water at the foot of the mountain is gurgling, and peaches and plums are like clouds.Deep in the forest, the well-repaired stone path extends to a courtyard.

The courtyard is surrounded by white walls and black tiles, with high-spirited ridges and beasts. There is a memorial archway at the main entrance, with the words "Zhanglu Academy" written on it.The sound of reading in the morning can be heard loudly——

"You smile so sweetly, you look forward to your beautiful eyes, and you always think that you are gorgeous, what do you mean?"

The mountain breeze blew through the hallway, opening the flower windows of the academy, and the tall and straight figures of young students came into view.

"After the event is done. Is it after the ceremony?"

Holding the pointer behind his back, Mr. walked through the rows of tables and chairs, paused, and stopped by a table.When reading in the morning, all the students put the books flat and looked down, but the students at this table stood upright with their backs straight, completely covering the teacher's sight.However, he still pretended to be calm and stared at the textbook intently.

"Those who start giving can do business, and then they can talk about "Poems." The young student swallowed under the stern gaze of his master.

Wow, the pointer knocked down the book, revealing the deskmate who was lying down and sleeping behind the cover.

The student was drooling in sleep, smacking his lips in a dream, and was woken up with a loud ouch when he was knocked on the edge of the table with a whip by his master.

"Cui Heng," Mr. Wang said without changing his face, "get up and tell me what you mean by painting after the fact."

The student stood up tremblingly: "Sir, I don't know..." Seeing that the teacher's pointer was raised, he hugged his head and retracted it with experience, and his deskmate stood up abruptly, standing in front of the whip, and said loudly: "Mr. , I know. Painting after the event is the meaning of painting the plain place after the event. First use the powder as the quality, and then apply the five colors, just like people are polite, and the courtesy must be based on loyalty and trust.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the teacher nodded slightly in approval, and scattered applause resounded in the school.The sleeping deskmate didn't tremble any more, thinking he'd gotten away with it.

The gentleman said: "Shen Yu knows the book, is smart and hardworking."

This is the student who praised the answer. The student's tense fist has not been relaxed yet, and he heard the teacher change the subject: "But when you study, you only know the book knowledge, and you have never used it in real life. It is the last level of learning. I asked You, Cui Heng was sleeping in class, why did you cover for him?"

Shen Yu stuttered immediately.

"You just think that if I don't punish him today, he will be good for a while. If he falls asleep every day, how can he be good for the rest of his life? After the fact, people take loyalty as their pledge, and then know the etiquette. He still doesn't talk about loyalty when he is studying now." , when can I arrive at the gift?"

Cui Heng burst into tears: "Sir, I was wrong, please punish me."

The master sighed, pointed the pointer out of the window, and said to a Danshu stele in the hallway: "You read it to me, what is written on it."

"Students enter filial piety and leave younger brothers. Be sincere and trustworthy, love everyone, and be kind, and study literature if you have spare time. This is the foundation of virtue, and the end of literature and art." Cui Heng read with sobs.

The gentleman said: "In the past, when Zhanglu Academy was established, the teacher left admonitions, and the alchemy script was engraved on the stone tablet, which is to warn the disciples from generation to generation that learning should be based on virtue."

As a student, if you have no virtue, you should not study literature. As a teacher, you should first teach virtue and then teach art.At the end of the inscription, there is a vigorous and powerful lettering inscription, which has become intermittently blurred after wind and rain. However, all students of Zhanglu Academy are familiar with the name of this former teacher-Shen Zhuzuo.

The gentleman finally softened his heart, waved the two students to sit down, and said earnestly: "You were born in a good time, and everything is cheap, so you don't know how to cherish it. I think Master Shen was an upright scholar in the world, and he didn't suffer any hardships—— Working as a peddler and pawn, sleeping in a stable, starving, committing himself to return to the wall in times of crisis, and not seeing the sun for several months, he has preserved the last stream of literati in the current situation under such conditions. Without the suffering of Master Shen, why? Why don't you sleep in the school sheltered from the wind and rain today?"

All the students admired and sighed, only Shen Yu asked: "Master Shen is originally a son of a rich family, a noble son, why did this happen?"

This is a digression, Mr. touched the goatee: "Ten years of benevolence, the world is inhumane, Shan Tong Niu Qiu killed all the Qingliu in the Southern Dynasty, how many people escaped the murderous hands of the four eunuchs..." He looked far away, pierced Pass through the flower window and fly up to the clouds accompanied by the breeze in the mountains.

There are thousands of miles of rivers and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful. The picturesque mountains and rivers of the Southern Dynasties spread from the foot of the mountains, supporting this land for thousands of years, with complicated grievances and hatreds.