Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 300 Apprenticeship

   One sentence is true, and thousands of books are falsely passed on.

   Mr. Zhang's "true biography" is not as few as a sentence, nor as many as ten thousand volumes.

   In about a month, the old gentleman finished talking about a thousand herbs.

   At the beginning, I only talked about one flavor a day, and then slowly accelerated, from one flavor a day, to a few flavors a day, to a dozen flavors a day, to dozens of flavors a day...

It's not that the teaching is getting more and more sloppy, but that Xu Guangling has a deeper understanding of the pharmacology of medicinal materials and a deeper understanding of the relationship between medicines as he learns. Its absorption rate is getting faster and faster.

   In a sense, Mr. Zhang is passive and has to speed up the progress of teaching.

   Then this day, in the study.

   "Learn and learn from time to time, isn't it also a talk? It's a pleasure to have friends from afar? People don't know but don't feel embarrassed, aren't they a gentleman?"

   "Humble words, today, I'll tell you this sentence."

   is no longer the teaching of pharmacy, Zhang Lao said to Xu Guangling like this at the beginning.

   Xu Guangling was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

   "Learning, knowing."

"Learn from books, learn from teachers, friends and others, no matter how deep you learn, it is someone else's thing. Just like 'bright moonlight in front of the bed', no matter how deeply you understand this poem, this poem Poetry belongs to Li Bai, not to you."

   Lao Zhang said slowly with a serious expression.

   Xu Guangling nodded seriously.

   He understood what the old man meant.

   The "belonging" here is not the attribution of creative rights, nor the acquisition of content, but the possession in life.

  Li Bai owns this poem.

  Thousands of years ago, a man named Li Bai, for the sake of his ideals, for the sake of helping the world and helping the world, he traveled abroad and was detained in a foreign country.

   One night, perhaps after having dinner, or perhaps tossing and turning, Li Bai was strolling in the yard. The moonlight, like water, shone down from the sky, shone on the entire yard, and shone on the bluestones and railings beside the well in the yard.

   The dew is just condensed, the moon is like water, and the night is like frost.

   is very quiet and cold.

   At this moment, the moonlight is like water, and the thoughts are like water.

  Jiang Tian is a color without fine dust, and the sky is bright with a lonely moon wheel. Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

   The color of the flowers will change this year. Who will be there next year? It has been seen that the pine and cypress have been destroyed for salary, and the mulberry field has become the sea. The ancients did not revert to the east of Luocheng, and today people are still against Luohuafeng. One year spent similar, each year is different.

  The world has been thin like a veil over the years, who made the horse riders in Jinghua?

  There is nothing in life, and suffering is the temptation of the world. Today, who is the only one, run vigorously.

  …

   About heaven and earth, about life.

   About ephemeral, about eternity.

   About the present, about the future.

   Lots of possibilities.

   At this moment, what is Li Bai thinking? No one else knows except himself.

   In the end, this night, I was caught by "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected that it was frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown." These twenty characters were fixed.

   This night belongs to Li Bai.

   He used twenty words to scour this night out of the long river of time and space, and hang it in the sky for countless latecomers to watch.

   This is Li Bai's life.

   This is Li Bai's past.

   This is a fragment of Li Bai's life.

   As far as Xu Guangling is concerned, he is just a spectator, an appreciator, and one of countless later spectators.

   This is not his life.

   This is not his past.

   He had never had such a fragment in his past life.

   "After learning comes learning."

   "Learn, practice, practice, practice."

   "Using learning to guide learning is the meaning of learning."

   "You meet all kinds of people in your life and experience all kinds of things. This person speaks eloquently, but the other thing is completely different. Learning and learning, cognition and life, occasionally and often, the two meet and collide."

   "Every meeting, every collision, is a reunion of old friends."

   "What I have learned is activated in that instant."

   "A lot of cognition, one of which, suddenly becomes alive, from books, from others, from your memory, coming out, entering your heart, and staying in your life."

   "It's a joy in life going full."

"There is always this kind of joy in life, and surrounded by this kind of joy, you will not blame the heavens or others, whether you are in good times or in adversity, whether you are supported and looked up by thousands of people, or one People live simply, and you will be equally stable."

   "Get happiness from the essence of life, not dependent on the outside world, not dependent on others."

   "This is the beginning of the "Analects of Confucius" borrowed from Confucius for the teacher, and I want to warn you."

   Lao Zhang said slowly and earnestly.

   "Disciple remember!" Xu Guangling said righteously.

"I know you will keep it in mind. In fact, in my humble words, you don't need to make such a cumbersome reminder for the teacher." Zhang Lao shook his head, smiled, then stood up from the chair and pulled out the large desk. of a drawer.

   Then, the old man took out two small books and handed them to Xu Guangling.

   "Humble words, come, take it."

   Xu Guangling took it and looked down.

  Two small notebooks.

  One is a doctor's license.

  One is the Consultant Physician Certificate of the Central Health Bureau.

   "Teacher, this..." Xu Guangling gestured to Old Zhang with the second small book.

   "It's just a name, no salary." Zhang Lao smiled and said, "Humble words, you keep these two small books, or when you need them in the future."

   In the past, when the identity of the old man was unknown, Xu Guangling would have been surprised by these two documents, especially the latter.

   But now, he was just an accident, not the slightest surprise.

   "Okay, humble words." Zhang Lao said lightly, "From today, I have nothing to teach you. In the future, if there is nothing else, you don't need to come here again."

   "Teacher, you want to kick me out of the house, don't you want me anymore?" Xu Guangling was really surprised, and then said pitifully.

"Idiot!" Zhang Lao took Xu Guangling's two hands, wrapped them in his two big hands, and held them, "You are the disciple of the teacher, and you will always be. You are proud and proud of the teacher, you don't need to The future is now."

   "It's just that the chicks are leaving the nest eventually."

   "And the growth of a great master requires a higher, farther and larger space, and cannot always live in a small building."

   "Get out of here and you can truly erect yourself."

  The old man spoke slowly and emotionally, even with emotion.

  Xu Guangling's nose was involuntarily sour, but he still smiled and said, "Teacher, if I don't come, who will cook dinner every day?"

   "Do you really think of yourself as a cook?" Hearing Xu Guangling's words, Zhang Lao laughed and scolded, "Let's go, let's go now, at least for a year, don't let me see you!"

   Xu Guangling fell silent.

   After a long silence, he gave the old man a gentle hug.

  The old man patted his back.

   "Boy, just hug your teacher, I don't have one?" Mr. Chen said at this time.

   "Elder Chen, in the hearts of the disciples, you are my teacher as well, and you have already been." Xu Guangling turned around and hugged the old man gently as he did to Elder Zhang just now.

   "Humble words, come on!"

   "I'm waiting for you to become a great master, and then I'll see the two of us bad old men again."

   Chen Lao said in a low voice.

   He also used "humble words" to Xu Guangling Road again.

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   The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

  Lang rides a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to get green plums.

   Friends who don’t know much about ancient life and terms may not be clear. The “bed” here is not our bed today, but refers to the fence of the well. Therefore, in the above two poems, the scenes of the poems are all outside, in the courtyard or in places like the village entrance, not inside the house.

   A little explanation.

   Next comes the routine thanks:

  Thanks for the support of "Aly2015".

  Thank you for the monthly ticket of "Governor Asking".

   (end of this chapter)