Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 967 If you compare flowers and wine to carriages and horses

   This year the flowers are blooming and this year the flowers are falling. The flowers will bloom again next year, and I will be one year older.

  Sometimes it must be said that the image affects the content, or that the image is an extremely important part of the content!

   Zuo Qing's song, good, certainly not good, but for a little girl under ten years old, it's not bad, and it's not too bad.

   But her handwriting is so bad!

   is crooked, like a worm crawling. If it is put together with the Miao Daquan, it will make it difficult for people to judge which is worse for a while.

   In addition, the "rolled noodles" of Renjia Miao Daquan are actually clean.

   Zuo Qing's piece of paper, from front to back, was smeared a lot by her, and even the last sentence was smeared several times before it became what it is now.

   So the comprehensive evaluation is just one word, ugly!

   is even uglier than Miao Daquan's!

   This is also the reason why none of the seven judges just nominated her.

  If her rolls were clean and her words were written neatly and beautifully, she would have someone take a closer look at this song and think, um, it's not bad.

  No if.

   The fact is that she was not nominated by the seven judges.

   After answering the questions, a group of juniors were driven to the outfield. Otherwise, when the little girl Zuo Qing heard her name at this time, she would have looked at her in great surprise.

   Of course, it also includes the Miao Daquan just now.

   This is the kind of typical "scumbag" who doesn't need to confirm the answer after the exam.

   also does not want to confirm the answer.

  Because the confirmation is not confirmed, it is the same thing.

  A full score of 100 points in the test paper, 60 points is nothing to think about, 50 points are not expected, 40 points are surprises, but the possibility is very small.

   Then as for whether it is ten, twenty or thirty, is there any difference?

No.

   What can I say?

   has nothing to say.

  The teacher will not read her grades in class.

   Unless there is an intention to humiliate, motivate her or warn other students.

   But Xu Tonghui has something to say.

   This Taoist poem is so good!

   It was so good that he didn't have to think about it at all. The first time he saw this song, he thought of the rhetoric.

  Xu Tonghui had a faint smile on his face, and said with a sincere and humble attitude: "This song is really simple in words, and the meaning is very simple. It seems that it is not worthy of the title of 'Dao' in Dao poetry."

   There is a slight nod of the floor.

   Xu Tonghui changed his voice, "But, is there really no Tao in it?"

Speaking of this, Xu Tonghui's face had a faint look of nostalgia and reverence, and after a brief pause, he continued: "I remember when I was with Master, but I happened to hear Master recite such two sentences. poetry."

   Xu Tonghui's master?

   Even Xu Yishan couldn't help feeling awe when he heard this.

   And the people who have long guessed Xu Tonghui's origin, all have dignified expressions, and some even start to adjust their body shape consciously or unconsciously, as if they want to put themselves in a more sleepy state.

   As if a being they could not hope to be nearer was here or was about to be here.

  After a pause, Xu Tonghui slowly read out "the two sentences he heard":

"One year spent similar, each year is different."

  If these two sentences are from someone who doesn't know their identity or origin, the people present may think that they are well written, or quite well written.

   But when it was clearly known in advance that this was what Xu Tonghui heard from his master.

   descended from Xu Yishan, all silent.

   They all began to actively immerse themselves in the artistic conception of these two lines of poetry.

   Especially the female nuns of Lanshui Sect, Nan Pingxiu even had a little tears in her eyes.

One year spent similar, each year is different.

  The years of more than 100 years seem to turn around at this moment and turn to the past.

   At that time, she was a little girl of the same age as Zuo Qing and other children. She didn't know how to practice, and she didn't know the world. In her heart, except for her longing, it was blank.

   Later.

   She was admitted by Lan Zhizong.

   She was admired by the master and accepted under the sect.

   She grew up little by little from a little girl, past ten years old, past twenty years old, past thirty years old, past forty years old...

   The scenery on the road is also changing all the time.

   In other words, it is not the scenery that changes, but the personnel.

   Doted on her grandfather and grandmother, who passed away one after another.

   Her father and mother, who have always been proud of her, passed away one after another.

  The elder brother, several younger brothers and younger sisters passed away one after another.

The    family also began to gradually become unfamiliar to her. The place that was once the most familiar turned out to be the least familiar. It seemed even stranger than a completely unfamiliar place.

   So she no longer set foot there. The last fate between her and the family was to bring a little girl from the family and let her be included in the Lanshui Sect.

  Master finally failed to resist the ties of the years and left her.

   She became the suzerain of Lanshui Sect.

At the moment when    became the sect master, she realized that so many elders had passed away, and she had already become the elder of many people in the sect.

   There are also many people here at the moment, Gan Congshi, Gu Huaimin, etc.

   Recalling the old acquaintance of a young man.

   Since when did they become so old?

   can't remember, or in other words, can't remember.

   In fact, they meet almost every year, so in each other's eyes, no one has changed. But one year, one year, another year...

   The flowers are similar every year.

   Year after year... people are different...

  Whether you are aware of it or not, this year is not the same as last year.

   "This year the flowers bloom, this year they fall. Next year the flowers bloom again, and I am one year older."

   The innocent words of a little girl, at this time, are actually so shocking.

  A little girl less than ten years old, do you have any feelings about the passage of time and the changes in personnel?

No.

   Certainly not.

   So there is no emotion in her song.

When she wrote it, she either made up a sentence, or even contained joy, "I'm one year older", a kind of joy that she was about to grow up, just like she was in the past, looking forward to practice, looking forward to Lots and lots in the future.

  I don't know how long it took, when everyone's eyes regained clarity and gathered on Xu Tonghui again.

  Xu Tonghui smiled slightly, and continued talking again, saying the same words as Nan Pingxiu thought at the end:

   "We specifically refer to this poem by Zuo Qing, 'The flowers will bloom again next year, and I will be one year older', especially in the last sentence of the ending, the meaning and direction are actually unclear."

   "If we pull her over and let her speak for herself, she probably won't be able to say anything."

   "It's very possible that when she wrote these two sentences, it didn't mean anything at all!"

   "But just in ignorance, following a certain instinct, she said that the flowers bloom and fall every year, and then she also compared people, herself, with the blooming and falling of flowers."

   "She's comparing, she doesn't know what it means."

   "But we know."

   "When she grows up, say 10 years, 100 years later, when she reads this poem by herself, what will it feel like?"

   "That feeling, we can't possibly know."

   "Because her future is uncertain, both in her own hands and in the hands of many people who are not her own. Some of them are predictable and some are unpredictable."

   "I nominated Miao Daquan because of the 'truth' embodied in his Taoist poems."

   "I nominated Zuo Qing because of the 'illusion' reflected in her poetry."

   "Senior brother, seniors, no matter whether we have embarked on the path of cultivation or not, no matter which step or step we can take on the path of cultivation, our life is all about truth and falsehood and illusion."

   "True can become false at any time, and falsehood can also become true at any time."

   "The illusion may turn around and become real, and the real may walk and become virtual."

   All the steps are silent.

   Many people here have a recognition for Xu Tonghui that they did not have before.

Before   , they had considerable respect for Xu Tonghui because of his identity, but this respect only stopped at his identity. Beyond respect, it was more alienation.

  The heart is to be at a distance, and the line is to approach.

   In short, for Xu Tonghui, they hold a contradictory and very unstable mentality.

   simply means alienation and inability to get close.

   And at this moment, that kind of alienation was shattered for the most part.

   is replaced by identification.

After    paused again, Xu Tonghui continued: "So I nominated Zuo Qing to make her future more exciting and have more possibilities."

   And this sentence of his made a group of people suddenly wake up.

   It was as if he was just walking down the stairs normally, walking slowly, but when he took another step and stepped out, he suddenly stepped on the air!

   Make her future more exciting and have more possibilities?

This sentence……

What means?

   Many people's eyes crossed silently, and their hearts were in shock.

   (end of this chapter)