Wind Qing Yang will not appear behind you

When I was about 5 years old, my dad told me the story of Zhang Liang and Huang Shigong. I listened to the tide of the heart and felt that there might be a god-like existence in every corner of the world.

That night, I bought a biscuit and played outside while eating. Run through a corner of the house and drill a rag-faced old man. His deep eyes stared at me for a moment, grinning: "Child, come, give me a bite of your pancake."

I flashed the shadow of Huang Shigong in my mind, and then walked forward with great respect and handed the biscuit to him. After he took two big mouths, he returned the cake to me. I shook my head: "I will give you something to eat." He smiled and said: "It's a good boy." Then disappeared from the corner of the house. The next day, I waited there on time, he did not appear. On the third day, I waited there early, and he still didn't show up. For a few days, I went there and waited, but he never appeared again.

When I was in the middle of the country, I fell in love with Jin Yong. I often imagine that I can get directions from other people, or find secrets in martial arts in mysterious places. Every weekend I go to the wilderness in the fields, in the jungle, or down an uninhabited river. I have learned this truth very early: the more people there, the less chance that secrets will appear.

When I went to the country, I always explored the depths of the bamboo forest, under the dead tree hole, under the small stone bridge, I never found the secret. I also practiced my own martial arts when I was no one, but the wind and the Qing dynasty never suddenly popped up behind me.

I know that my talent is shallow and my roots are weak. Therefore, when I was a child, I dreamed of being able to be taught by a stranger and a high-handed person. It seems that it is the only way to turn myself into a powerful person. At least at the time, I was very imaginative and could not think of a better possibility. In fact, I can't think of it. There is no more convenient way than this. I practiced for a hundred years, but I couldn’t teach a teacher.

When I was in college, it was not that stupid. I know that the wind will not appear. I grew up like this, and the wind and the Qingyang are not rare for me. I can only think of me as a lover. I am afraid that only the South China Sea crocodile. All students go to the teacher and there is no teacher to find the student. At that time, I abandoned Wu Congwen and began to write poetry. Idols also changed from Linghu to Cao Xueqin.

In the freshman year, a professor gave a lecture on poetry to the Zhuhai campus. I read his resume online and I admire it. I was catching up with the English test that night. I was rushed to the cross, and when I rushed, the lecture had already reached the questioning session. I raised my hand nervously and stuttered, asking questions, sitting down, and losing. I couldn't help but copy one of my poems on paper, ran up to the podium, showed it to him, and asked him to criticize it. He said: It is too much trouble to read poetry. Look back.

After a few years, I met him at a meeting and introduced myself. He gave me his collection of poems and wrote a pen on the title page to write "Wang Lu Xuedi Hui Cun". Although I was dull in nature, I also threw a few years of hard work. At that time, the poems were a lot like the ones. Then open his collection of poems, and honestly, I feel that I have not written well.

There is a school girl, the earliest Han Han's winter powder, powdered him for several years. Later, some Han Han’s point of view was opposite to her. She said in a state: “Who is a friend who is open to Han Han, please take the initiative to delete me. I have been Han Han for six years. In these six years, Han Han has grown, but I My own growth is far greater than the growth of Han Han in my eyes. From now on, I am no longer his winter powder." Very good. Powder one person, and finally there is a day out of the pit.

Once on the train, the young man next to me said to me: "It is better to read Wanli Road than to read thousands of books. It is better to read thousands of miles than to read countless people. It is better to read the number of people than the famous teacher." I only have to. For me, the boy’s dream of “nothing in the palm of a tea, and passing on his own power to the bamboo in more than 70 years” is gone forever. However, maybe he is as fanciful as I was, and young is so good.

I am more and more aware that the more people there are, the less chance that the secret will appear, but the secret does not exist at all. The only way to get 70 years of skill is to live for 70 years and endure 70 years of hardship. The Buddhist scriptures say that after completing all the practice of the ranks, the Buddha still needs to experience the three aunts and robbers in order to prove the perfection of Buddhism. Auntie, is the 47th power of 10.

The famous teacher is not someone at all, but every quenching and hammering when you hit the iron. You have to cut the bleeding to see it. Never pray for the law of enlightenment. Epiphany is never prepared for weak vegetables. Even Liengen, who is the same as Huineng, has been tempered in the jungle for more than a decade after listening to Hong Ren’s claims. When you want to find a convenient way, you may wish to ask yourself: If you grow up like this, will the wind and Qingyang suddenly appear behind me?

Even if you are a genius, you should treat yourself as a weak dish. In this way, even if there is no wind and clear, there will be at least a South China Sea crocodile.