Cui Ze stood in the middle of the crowd, listening to the explanation of the bow wind Accord Oiran, and was also relieved.Cui Ze is also a reader, so he naturally likes poetry, and when he heard that this poem was to be read out by all the Qinglou Oiran ladies after dancing, Cui Ze turned around and prepared to leave the painting boat of the Feng Pavilion.He, to be honest, doesn't like the dance of this Qinglou Meiji very much, he likes the world in the book even more, the so-called golden house in the book, and Yan Ruyu in the book, Cui Ze also thinks so.Now Wang Luxing may not be able to go back for the time being, after all, judging from the situation just now, if something doesn't happen in this Xiuxiu girl's box, it will definitely be impossible, Cui Ze had no choice but to get off this wind Accord painting boat, stand on the bridge connected by iron cables, and look at the starry night sky.Listening to the chaotic and noisy cheers in his ears, as well as the cheers of the people on the banks of the Qingyang River, he gradually closed his eyes.A memory deep in his heart once again surfaced in his heart.That memory, like his, but not like his, it was a peculiar memory.In that memory, he was not Cui Ze, his surname was Li Dan, and his name was a Chinese character.In that memory, there was no war, no feudal rule, just an incomparably prosperous and prosperous country, and the united people of the dawn.There are no kings, there are only leaders who lead the masses to glory, there is no aristocratic class, there are only democratic equality.The leaders there are very close to the people and very sympathetic to every citizen of this big country, there is no farmland tax, because the leaders there want the people to reduce their burdens, there is endless food there, and no one will starve to death because of famine.Every soldier there is glorious, and every warrior who defends the country is commendable, whether you are an ordinary soldier or a general.Everyone there has a deep love for that country, including themselves in their memories.What is it called?
What's it called?
By the way, it's called Huaxia.In that memory, people have reached an era that is refreshing to countless people, in that era, everyone can read, unlike the current Li Dynasty, where there are only a handful of readers, and being able to read words is already the pride of the entire township and even the county.There, even some students didn't want to study, but now that Cui Ze wants to come, he feels that it may really be just a dream.It also has its own cultural history, and this place in China is really powerful, really.In Cui Ze's memory, he was also an ordinary Chinese man, he loved to read, especially literature and Chinese history.The history of China is a history that makes the whole of China and every Chinese person proud.There are countless legends about the rise of Huaxia, and Cui Ze probably can't remember the content clearly.However, he remembered that there was a man surnamed Kong who founded Confucianism, a prosperous Confucianism whose ideology ruled China for 3,000 years!
In the 3,000 years of Confucianism, there have been countless amazing literati and military generals in the land of China, as well as very wise kings!
Cui Ze's deepest memory is that the Chinese poet immortal Li Bai, that is a great person, the books of later generations of Huaxia write about him like this, hundreds of poems about fighting wine, this writing and writing poems blurt out, and each one is a masterpiece!
There are no such literati in the Li Dynasty, not one.Cui Ze felt that it could even be said that throughout this dynasty!
No, looking at the entire thirty-two states, countless generations of dynasties, countless generations of kings, countless generations of literati, and talented people and writers are less than one ten-thousandth of them!
Such a character, where does it appear in a dream-like and non-dream-like China, not only Li Bai, but throughout China, countless literati have peerless masterpieces!
Every one of them is impeccable!
There are poets Du Fu, poets Su Shi, poets and Buddhas Wang Wei, poets and ghosts Li He, etc., countless literati and ink writers, all of whom have left a strong mark in this huge magnificent picture of China.Of course, there are also peerless generals who have shocked the ancient and modern with their military exploits, and what they left behind is the feelings of their family and country, and they are iron-blooded war songs!
It's also a Jin Ge Iron Horse!
There is Yue Wumu, who spent his life for the country and lost his land, and there is also Li Yaoshi, the god of war, who opened up the territory for the country, and there is also a sentence of not teaching Hu Ma to Yin Mountain, so that countless people in later generations are crazy about the young Yingjie Huo to get sick, etc., etc., there are too many, Cui Ze is inexhaustible, and there are endless words.In that world, he just watched a TV series and fell in love with history and poetry, although now he can't remember what the TV series was.He has been studying the poetry and literature classics left by the ancient Chinese since he was a child, and he is also a very gifted child.He remembered all the poems, and even now his memories of the period that he didn't know whether they were true or false began to blur, but for those poems, his memory was still fresh, as if engraved in his brain, and he would never forget them in this life.It is a fairyland in a dream, a prosperous and prosperous world that can only appear in a dream, and only in a dream can you see a magnificent picture scroll as dazzling as China.It's a pity that he died of a sudden illness when he was just an adult.This is the end of the memory, Cui Ze remembers, it was his fifth year of spring and autumn, he woke up from the Chinese dream that only appears in dreams, he seemed to be in tears.He sometimes thinks about how good it would be if that world really existed, but every time he thought of this, Cui Ze would shake his head, how could it be, how could such a prosperous scene exist in the world?
Even if there really is, it should be the fairy world, where the gods live.Slowly opened his eyes, the tears in the corners of his eyes once again overflowed Cui Ze's eyes, for some reason, every time he thought of the fairyland in his dreams - Huaxia, Cui Ze couldn't help but cry.Wiping away his tears, the haunting cheer filled Cui Ze's mind again.Cui Ze was a little bored, shook his head, Cui Ze settled down, looked back at the painting boat of Feng Yage, remembered that Wang Luxing was now turning over the clouds and rain, shook his head with a wry smile, and began to stroll in this poetry gathering.I don't know why, it may also be that there is a destiny in the dark, Cui Ze got on the official ship of Qingzhou.This Qingzhou official ship is not the same, there is a guard handle at the door, it should be difficult for him Cui Ze to come up, but this guard happens to be his father's guard, he recognizes Cui Ze, and when he saw Cui Ze, he also saluted Cui Ze and called "Fourth Son." ”Cui Ze also responded with peace of mind, and immediately stepped onto the Qingzhou official ship.Coincidentally, not long after Cui Ze went up, he saw his eldest brother Cui Xu and Cui Mengran just coming out of a compartment called Calling Tide.When Cui Xu saw Cui Ze, he came over with a smile and said, "Xiao Ze, you are here too, didn't your second brother say that you have recently contracted a cold and will not participate in the poetry meeting?"
Cui Ze saw Cui Xu and gave Cui Xu a salute, and after listening to Cui Xu's words, he was a little stunned, and said: "The second brother didn't talk to me about the Shuoji Poetry Meeting before...()