Omniscient and Almighty

  Chapter 220 The strange thing in the park

What is a    pattern?

It was when the wild beasts still lived in the caves, people built small huts with branches and thatched; that is, when you lived in thatched huts, some people lived in masonry houses; even when you lived in masonry houses When you lived in a high-rise building, someone lived in a high-rise building; that is, when you lived in a high-rise building, someone...

   Such examples can be stacked back indefinitely over time.

The pattern of    is actually transcendence.

Time is like water, flowing quietly in the library, Xu Guangling is relaxed, comfortable and slowly turning over the book. At this time, the song "The Title Page of the World" he once created seems to be flowing in his consciousness, but it just seems , if there is or not.

   It is the content of the anthology that really flows in consciousness.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire"

   "The Theory of Contradiction"

  "On Protracted War"

   "The Problem of Independence in the United Front"

  …

  Too many insights, too many high-profile ideas, and too much straight to the point.

   These are actually transcendences and patterns.

Reading and appreciating these patterns, these transcendences, it is impossible for Xu Guangling to become a sage and achieve the same transcendence as the writer himself, but it can effectively expand his horizons and help him, from a higher and farther perspective, to see many things.

There is a lot of sociological content in the    anthology, or in other words, it needs the support of relevant practice, which is what Xu Guangling lacks today.

   Actually, it’s not just now.

   There are many things in the book that he will never touch in his life.

   But that doesn't matter.

  Reading the book of sages does not mean taking the path of sages.

   In other words, the sages have no way. Every person who eventually becomes a saint and a sage has great independence and uniqueness in his life path. It is difficult to classify them into which category, because saints and sages are inherently outstanding and can be classified. , it is impossible to be a saint.

   Even if it is a sage and a sage, at least, on the list that Zhang Lao gave to Xu Guangling, he did not find any two that were "relatively similar".

   They are all unique.

   They all exude their own brilliance.

   What Xu Guangling wanted to do and wanted to do was to bathe in these brilliance, bathe, feel, experience, that's all, but not to be confused with one of these brilliance. Of course, it's impossible to mix things up.

  Sages can be looked up to and surpassed, but they cannot be imitated.

  Because the sages are sages because of their coreness and uniqueness.

   After the four volumes of the anthology were finished, Xu Guangling benefited a lot. Some of these contents were read in depth by Xu Guangling, some were read at a shallow level, and some were simply memorized. Feeling that the time was almost up, Xu Guangling picked up the last remaining book, The Complete Works of Poems for Librarians.

  The patio is square and surrounded by high walls. Clearly see the pebbles, small fish trapped in the center. Just drink the water from the well, it will never last long.

  Independent cold autumn, go north of the Xiangjiang River, head to Orange Island. See Wanshan red all over, the layers of forests are dyed; the river is full of blue, and hundreds of boats compete for the flow. Eagles strike the sky, fish fly to shallow bottoms, and all kinds of frost and sky compete for freedom. Liaokuo, asked the vast land, who is in charge of ups and downs? ...

   Of course, it is even more impossible to miss the extremely well-known Qinyuan Spring Snow.

  Poetry is a unique style, concise and comprehensive, or very simple and very comprehensive, each poem is a small independent world.

   If you really want to savor it carefully, a day of savoring a song is not too long.

   So Xu Guangling actually just skimmed them this time and memorized them. Of course, with his current ability to remember, he doesn't need to deliberately do things like "remember", read, and after reading, those words will remain in his mind.

   So when he left the library, there were five more "books" in Xu Guangling's mind, and his poetry reserves reached 1,566.

   After coming out of the library, Xu Guangling went directly to Zhang's hometown, and everything was as usual at night.

   When I slept that night, I was still sleepless and dreamless.

This caused Xu Guangling to temporarily suspend his original plan to continue the "night tour" in the park, because he had not practiced Fuxi Jue in his dreams several times. Xu Guangling even missed it a little, and he also felt that because he was in the park Is it not worthwhile to delay the practice of Fuxi Jue due to the kind of behavior in

   And, if you don't go to the park at night, will Fuxijue come back again when you go to bed in the morning or after your morning exercise?

   So this time, after waking up late at night and still having a hearty meal, Xu Guangling did not go to the park, but stayed in his room. Sitting in front of the window, with no lights on and no moonlight, Xu Guangling read the complete collection of poems again in his mind in the deep and quiet night.

   This time, I read it slowly and leisurely.

Poetry generally pays attention to talent, learning, knowledge, and emotion. Any one of these four is good at it. Poetry and poetry will have considerable value, which is innate talent, learning is acquired, knowledge is the pattern produced by the integration of talent and learning. Height, love is emotion and mind.

   For librarians, none of these four are lacking, so their performance in poetry is also very impressive.

  Xu Guangling just casually flipped through the pages at first. In fact, half of his intention was to rest and kill time. If he had a brush by his side, he would even practice calligraphy, but he didn't, so he flipped through the poems.

   and turned over, and fell into it.

When he came back to his senses, Xu Guangling found that the sky had changed a lot. Well, he couldn't see the change in the sky, but the originally calm air had become windy, and it was still a relatively strong wind. Because of this, he came back to his senses.

   It didn't take long, about ten minutes or so, the sky started to rain down. At first, sporadic raindrops the size of beans fell.

   It has been sunny for more than a month, and this time, it is a heavy rain and a torrential rain.

   Xu Guangling left the window and closed the glass window to check the time, it was 2:34 in the morning.

  The morning exercise this morning may be cancelled?

   And, maybe buy a small umbrella. It was definitely not needed before, even if it rained occasionally, it was enough not to go out. Now, he is also responsible for the task of cooking for the two old gentlemen at night.

   It's four o'clock.

   The torrential rain is like note, and there is no meaning to stop.

   Usually, the morning sun has already arrived at this time, but today, the sky is still dark and dark. This is of course a masterpiece of dark clouds. Looking at the situation, let alone four o’clock and five o’clock, it would be good if the rain stopped before the end of the morning.

   However, Xu Guangling has no knowledge of this kind of forecasting and judging rain or shine. The only thing he knows is that "the morning glow does not go out, and the sunset glow travels thousands of miles".

   Xu Guangling called Zhang Lao.

   In fact, the old man would definitely not be able to go to the park in such weather, but as a disciple, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation, so I must say something.

   Zhang Lao laughed on the phone and asked him if he had breakfast.

   Xu Guangling replied, "This disciple is a chef!"

   Between eight and nine o'clock, it rained and the sky was fine.

This morning, Xu Guangling actually practiced Sanshou in his room, then ate, and then went to bed. On the other side, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen, after seeing the sky clear, were thinking about the park. The middle of the rain is fresh after the rain, so I simply bring my chess set, even a teacup and a kettle, and go there.

  Arrived at the park and passed the path next to the old pine tree, but saw not far away, a lot of people gathered and pointed.

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   (end of this chapter)