A Century of Family: Immortality Since the Republic of China

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And after these are completed, the time has entered January [-]th.

I was going to go to Peking University by boat.

Ke Xuesen was obviously not used to taking a boat, so when the boat arrived in Hangzhou, he had to switch to a train.

It's just the train of this era, not the train of the future, and it's not that you can take it whenever you want.

When their group arrived, it was obviously a bit unfortunate that the train took two days before there was a trip, and they could only stay in Hangzhou for a few days.

"Sir, you haven't traveled to the West Lake yet."

Arriving in Hangzhou, Cai Yuanpei was no longer in a hurry, but instead spoke to Jiang Chen with a smile.

"This is really not the case. The last time I came to Hangzhou, I just passed by in a hurry."

"Why is Duke Cai interested?"

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded.

"There are so many talented and beautiful people in the West Lake, and laymen like me are no exception. If you don't mind, I can go to the West Lake together, and maybe you can listen to the good words of the gentleman."

Cai Yuanpei opened his mouth, and Guang couldn't help but look at Jiang Chen.

"Yun Gong has such elegance, of course he can."

Jiang Chen nodded.

For a visit to the West Lake, Jiang Chen is naturally indispensable.

Especially in this period of time, Xue Sen obviously suffered a lot of sins from the boat and took a good rest.

Afterwards, the group started to tour around the West Lake.

Just this kind of historical interweaving.

There are always incredible coincidences.

This time is no exception.

When a group of people was in the West Lake

The two boats ahead caught their attention.

It's not because of the boat that it's attracted.

but because of the people on the boat

The boat is the simplest boat, but the figures on the boat are not simple. One is a monk with a bald head and a Buddhist bead in his hand.

And Jiang Chen's hearing is more than a few, and the conversation between the two also spread to his earworms.

"Uncle Tong Pepper Tong"

The voice of the girl in the kimono was mournful, and her eyes were fixed on the monk in Tsing Yi, and she never moved halfway.

"Please call me Hiroichi"

The monk folded his hands together, his expression neither sad nor happy.

And the light seems to be looking at the girl, but also seems to be looking at the entire West Lake.

"Master Hongyi, please tell me what love is?"

The sadness of the woman in the kimono seems to be getting more intense, and the words have a tone of loss.

"Love is mercy."

The monk's words spoke again, but his expression remained unmoved.

The voice of the woman in the kimono was already a little hoarse, and her right hand moved forward as if trying to grab something, but the words murmured:

But there was no response.

The boat on the opposite side turned and headed into the distance.

The woman in the kimono tried to grab but was unable to grab anything.

She had been crying bitterly on the boat, but he turned and left without even turning his head back once.

She doesn't understand the world or why he can be so ruthless.

Chapter [-]: Dinghui Temple on Taoism (big chapter for subscription)

In the winter of 1914, Li Shutong had a good friend who was also his righteous brother_The brother went bankrupt because of funding, ran outside Li Shutong's yard and shouted twice, "Uncle Tong Shutong, my family is bankrupt, I'm leaving , I'm going to be disillusioned." He didn't even go in the yard, he turned around and stumbled away. At this time, Li Shutong, who walked out, looked at the back of his friends leaving and the rows of deep footprints in the snow, and silently shed tears. , also made this phrase.

Outside the long pavilion, the grass is green and the grass is green. The evening wind blows the willow flute.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, and the half of friends.A scoop of turbid wine is more than joy, don't dream of cold tonight.

Outside the pavilion, the grass is green and green on the edge of the ancient road.The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain.

The long singing voice slowly came out of Jiang Chen's mouth. Looking at the monk who went there, and the woman crying bitterly, his expression couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

"Uncle Tong's "Farewell" does not involve education, it has a long meaning, and the combination of music and literature is perfect

The lyrics are written in the structure of long and short sentences, the language is concise, the emotion is sincere, and the artistic conception is profound. "

"Sir, would you like to hear it too?"

Cai Yuanpei's eyes shifted from a distance, and then he looked at Jiang Chen with a curious expression.

Cai Yuanpei is undoubtedly familiar with Li Shutong, and that person is also an amazing person, and even his talent, even if Cai Yuanpei thinks he is himself, is far from the same.

He didn't expect to hear this farewell from Jiang Chen's mouth at this time.

"Half a prosperous half a lifetime of monks, there is no Li Shutong in the world!"

Cai Yuanpei spoke, but Jiang Chen spoke slowly with a sigh.

And his words made Cai Yuanpei think of something, and his eyes converged on the monk who left in the distance.

"Sir, you mean that one is Uncle Li."

With a stunned speech, Cai Yuanpei never imagined that a random visit to the West Lake would allow him to meet Li Shutong.

That was Li Shutong.

Li Shutong, also known as Li Xishuang, Li An, Li Liang's family name, Wen Tao's childhood name, Chengji's scientific name, Guanghou

The word breath cream alias gargle _.

Li Shutong is not only a famous musician, art educator, calligrapher and drama activist, but also one of the pioneers of Chinese drama.After he returned from studying in an island country, he served as a teacher and editor. His name has already resounded on the stage of the whole world.

Even Cai Yuanpei has heard countless legends of this one.

"Eunuch Cai doesn't mind, let's go to the temple"

Cai Yuanpei's shock Jiang Chen did not explain or admit, but asked softly.

"Don't mind, don't mind!"

Cai Yuanpei hurriedly opened his mouth, and a surprise appeared in his eyes. He did not expect that there was such a great talent waiting for him beside the West Lake. At this time, Cai Yuanpei's double sleep was a little brighter.

In this regard, Jiang Chen smiled, but did not pierce this person's fantasy.

If Cai Yuanpei can persuade him, he may not be able to persuade Li Shutong, or he will inevitably fail.

Each of us is on the train, and the location is very clear, that is, to leave the whole world, in the process of this journey, people will continue to get on the train, and people will continue to get off. , We are actually helpless, and Li Shutong is the only one who sees through this world. He puts down himself, puts down the world, puts it into the dust, and faces the world with compassion.

Step by step, the group stepped into the road ahead.

Dinghui Temple, founded in the Xingping year of the Eastern Han Dynasty, has a history of more than 1800 years.Formerly known as Puji Temple, it was called Puji Temple in Song Dynasty and renamed Jiaoshan Temple in Yuan Dynasty. When Kangxi visited Jiaoshan in the south, he changed its name to "Dinghui Temple" in spring.

The word "Dinghui" in Dinghui Temple is taken from the Buddhist school's meaning that "concentration arises from precepts" because of the equal meaning of Dingfahui and Jingzhao.

That is, the three ways of "hearing, thinking, and cultivating" increase wisdom. The word "Dinghui" is the guideline of Buddhist practice. It can be seen that the word "Dinghui" has a profound meaning.

When the two groups came to Dinghui Temple.

"A few donors burn incense or worship Buddha?"

A little monk stepped forward to Jiang Chen and the others and folded his hands together with a soft voice.

"Little Master, I want to meet Master Yin Yi, I wonder if it's convenient?"

Jiang Chen put his hands together and spoke.

"Master Hongyi, I'm afraid it's not very convenient for several donors."

The little monk spoke with an embarrassed expression.

"Little master, don't rush to refuse. Is there any ink here? Please, give me one."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth with a smile.

"Some donors, please wait!"

Although the little monk nodded, he quickly took out the pen and ink.

In front of their faces, Jiang Chen picked up the pen, and a few lines of text appeared.