Dream back to Southern Song Dynasty

"Drunk in the light to see the sword, dream back to the corner and even the camp..." Lang Lang's reading sound echoed in the classroom, I kneel on the table, watching these black and white words, not knowing God, suddenly, a mechanical voice from In the distance, "Hello, congratulations, you are selected as the B3-29 guest of the journey of time and space, please be prepared, and immediately start now." I have not reacted yet, I feel that the outline of the classroom is distorted and gradually formed. Another space, blue sky, white clouds, bazaar, voices, an uncontaminated pure land. The sound of the machine sounded again. "It is now fifteen years of Yongxi. It will return automatically after 24 hours. I wish you a pleasant trip."

For a long time, I came out of the shock and thought that I must be dreaming, and I began to look at the environment here. A lake, a forest, a cold house, I am full of curiosity, I am thinking about inquiring, the hand just touched the wall, actually put it in, I was just a little thought, hey, this is how I accept.

Although the straw house is worn out, it is very neat and tidy. There is no extra decoration. It gives people a fresh feeling. Under the window of the house, there is a person sitting on the face. The face is about forty or fifty years old, but there is a white hair and a coarse cloth. The linen lining him more old. A paper in his hand was squatting tightly, and the whole body seemed to tremble slightly. I went over and it turned out to be a few pages of unapproved invitations. I secretly sighed, this ancient come in, how many people are difficult to encounter Bole, buried by the dust of history. He jerked up and frightened me a lot, only to see him shredding the paper a few times, laughing a few times and screaming at the door. The paper is like a sick butterfly, falling and falling. In a corner of the paper, I saw three powerful handwritings: Xin Qiji

My heart was hit hard. He is the great poet Xin Qiji who has been famous for centuries?

I rushed to follow and recalled his life story. At the age of 21, I participated in the anti-gold uprising in my hometown. After the failure of the uprising, he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty and served as the chief of many places. He settled on the people's livelihood, trained the army, and strongly advocated the recovery of the Central Plains, but was attacked by exclusion. Not allowed to use, living for nearly 20 years.

Looking at this age, it is now the bottom of life. I saw that he came outside the house and stood on the lake. He remembered that when he was young, he started to rise up, and he was not angry with the monarch. Still remembering the lavish rivers and lakes of "going high and looking far, pointing to the mountains and rivers"?

He screamed and muttered: "Bright, when the Goose Lake was drinking, you and I would like to raise a cup to reunite the country. Now the scenery is still there, but you don't know where you have gone, and the old man is unable to reciprocate. ”

The four sides of the mountain face are blue and green, the lake is sparkling, and the autumn wind is faint. He quietly looks at the smile. The face that hides the thoughts and displays is deeper and more turbid than the lake. It has experienced a hundred years of catastrophe. I was shocked and vented, and my heart was shocked, but I couldn’t move my eyes, as if I was blinking, this thin torso would turn into a blue smoke, drifting with the wind, and never returning.

He has been standing like this. Between heaven and earth, it is like a residual flower. He lost Fanghua and lost the root leaves. Although he did not lower the proud head, he was also worn away by the hardships of the world. The storms of the years have torn through the holes, and I am dying...

I don't know how long it took, the night was dark, and if he woke up, he stumbled back to the house. I thought he was going to rest. Unexpectedly, he turned over the wine, one cup and one cup, and wanted to ruin the fire. , keep pouring up.

I don't know how much I drank. The jars on the floor were so wide that only one Qiong was crying at the corner of the table. In the faint smoke, he lit an oil lamp, the red light illuminates his face, raises the sword at the waist, and breathes the view of the green front that flows over the sword. For a long time, the hoarse throat of the throat spits out the amazing swan song: "Drunk in the drunk Look at the sword, dream back to the corner and even camp..."

I also blurred my consciousness in the pervasive wine, and suddenly I was in the battlefield where the wolf smoked, the horseshoe splattered with flying dust, the corners of the four sides were endless, the long guns and the soldiers roared, the ears were not killing, and the men in front of them were red. Hey, hey, the sharp eyebrows are full of murderous, heroic. Completed the recovery of Zhongyuan's grand vision, winning the first name of the world before and after...

The sound of the bells in the class sounded, I realized that the dreams have fallen, the dreams are out of the way, only the history has gone, and the great achievements of the motherland are waiting for us to create.

The third day: half dream sand