Author: Yu

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The title of this article is taken from the famous sentence "But I look at home and the twilight is fading? There is a sad mist on the river waves. " It seems that Cui Hao boarded the Yellow Crane Tower at dusk. Alone, he suddenly felt a strong sense of abandonment. Who abandoned you? Not by anyone, but by time and space. Time flies, the ancients gradually drifted away, never to return, leaving a thousand years of white clouds; In space, although there are sandbars and lush trees and grass in Qingchuan at present, where is my hometown?

Cui Hao's hometown is Kaifeng, which is a little far from the Yellow Crane Tower, not too far. This is known to many people, so why did he ask such a question? I think anyone who left his hometown in his early years will have a duality when he misses his hometown: his hometown in his heart is both concrete and not specific. Specific to a river bend, a few small trees, half of the moss; But if that's all, the thirst can be completely transformed into the action of going home. However, I am always disappointed when I really go back to my hometown. Is this what bothers me every day? It's like suddenly seeing an overly realistic illustration behind a passionate famous sentence, and the poetry disappears. Therefore, a real wanderer is unwilling to return to his hometown. Even if I go back once in a while, I will leave soon, and I will miss them when I walk outside. As a result, they finally foolishly asked themselves where their hometown was.

It is said that when Li Bai boarded the Yellow Crane Tower, he saw Cui Hao's poem carved on the wall of the building and appreciated it. He felt that since there was such a poem, there was no need to write it himself. I think, if the arrogant Li Bai really takes a fancy to this poem, it must not lie in other aspects, but in this confused mentality of standing on a high place and asking where his hometown is. Because at this point, Li Bai has a * * * sound.

As long as China knows a little about literature and ink painting, there is probably no one who can't recite Li Bai's poem "Moonlight in front of the window, may it have frost?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. For decades, everyone has become a fanatical homesick. But where is Li Bai's hometown? I haven't thought much about it. In those years when there were few books to read during the Cultural Revolution, a copy of Li Bai and Du Fu by Guo Moruo suddenly appeared. Look for it quickly. Few people can accept Guo Moruo's criticism and ridicule of Du Fu, but his detailed textual research on Li Bai's birthplace and birthplace has disappointed me extremely. Guo Moruo decided that Li Bai was born in a place in the Soviet Union. When this book was published, Sino-Soviet relations were tense, so it seemed even more distant and alienated, almost in another world. Is it the place that Li Bai looks down at the moon and misses?

Strangely, the poet who wrote China's first homesick poem never returned to his hometown. Are you busy? No, he has been traveling all his life, and he has not undertaken many important tasks that he cannot shirk. It is not too difficult to go back to his hometown, but he always finds strange roads to trudge. At the crossroads, one road leads directly to home and the other to a foreign land. Li Bai may hesitate for a moment, but he chose the second way. Japanese scholar Yujiu Matsuura said that Li Bai had been trying to experience in a "foreign land" all his life, so he became a wanderer without stopping. I think what he said is very reasonable.

The experience in a foreign land is very unique. At first glance, being in a foreign land, full of strange things, the original self will become more and more fragile and even assimilated by a foreign land. In fact, things are far from simple. Everything in a foreign land will evoke thoughts of oneself from the opposite side and side, and the scenery in a foreign land will remind people of the starting point of their lives, so the more they are in a foreign land, the more they will evoke their homesickness. The more I miss home, the more afraid I am of going back. The more afraid I am of going back, the more willing I am to connect myself with my hometown. This has become a terrible cycle. As a result, I avoided traveling in my hometown all my life, avoiding all the way and thinking all the way.

Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,

Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.

In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.

Who can't stand homesickness!

Lanling wine tulips,

The amber light comes from the jade bowl.

But getting the master drunk,

I have no idea where it is.

You see, only when he is completely drunk will he lose his sense of foreign land. On the surface, he has become a cosmopolitan.

I think in all kinds of life situations, the most important thing is the deep friendship between foreign land experience and hometown consciousness, and the wandering desire and returning consciousness complement each other. This kind of situation, across national boundaries, is becoming more and more ancient and modern. As a life paradox full of charm forever, it is amazing.

Two years ago, the famous director Pan Xiaoyang filmed The Journey to the West in Ai Wu, and the most touching scene for me was the appearance of Ai Wu himself. The old man once shocked the literary world of China with his arduous and magnificent travel, but on the camera, he was tortured by age and sat in a wheelchair with a cold expression. A song rang out from the screen to the effect: Mom, I'm going to travel far away. Nothing in the world is more fascinating than traveling far away. Is this the old man shouting in his heart? He can't walk, in fact, he has reached the end of his life, but in this song, his eyes suddenly lit up and he trembled and shed tears. He looked up and stared hungrily into the distance. The starting point for all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother. No matter how far they go, they always have a mother. They secretly ask her for forgiveness along the way, but their destination is aging, whether they stay in their real hometown or not. Of course, their mother is gone, so the hikers who came back changed from one kind of orphan to another. After all, such a return is sad, but their aging bodies make it impossible for them to escape, so they can only express this wish to their mothers. The old man in his twilight years can't help crying for his mother, crying for his life's return and wandering.

Not long ago, I read a short article by Bing Xin entitled "Where is my home". The 94-year-old writer first attracted readers' attention as a traveler. She traveled around the world, lived in many different countries and cities and finally settled in Beijing. She can really be called a person who doesn't know where she is. However, over the years, old people often come home inadvertently in their dreams. Will they go home? In principle, after a woman becomes a housewife and has a complete sense of home, home is her real home. In her dream, Bing Xin should return to any family that settled in adulthood, no matter which city. Strangely, however, every time she meets the occasion of going home in her dream, she always goes back to her girlhood home. A circle that has gone for a whole century has finally returned to its original place, and the white-haired old man and the naive girl are one. So, do these dreams of Bing Xin's old man going home fundamentally deny her life's wandering journey? Of course not. If the old man Bing Xin never left his early home, today's dream of going home will lose any meaning. Generally speaking, home is a kind of life; In a profound sense, home is a kind of yearning. Only those who travel far have a keen yearning for home, so only those who travel far have a deep feeling of home.

The song in Ai Wu's heart, Bing Xin's dream home, echoed from a distance, although it went in different directions. They are all century-old people and have a good feeling as artists. The big structure of life journey is really summed up by them.

No matter Li Bai, Cui Hao, Bing Xin and Ai Wu, they are all very capable of writing. We can talk about them with their poems. In fact, many more intense feelings of wandering and homesickness cannot be expressed in words, but can only be experienced everywhere with a small heart. When this heart stops beating, all this will be lost, maybe lost in the waves, maybe buried in the jungle, maybe condensed. So, on the whole, this is a silent epic. Every major social change in China's history will bring many people to migrate and travel far, or hesitate or be helpless, but they will eventually enter this silent epic and suffocate. You see now, even in the remote corner of China, there will be white-haired overseas Chinese who have come all the way to swallow their tears, hurried and left, and will not come and move home. They won't ask themselves why, dry their tears and fly away.

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My hometown is Chetou Village, Qiaotou Township, Yuyao County, Zhejiang Province, where I was born, grew up and studied until I graduated from primary school. Ten years ago, this township was included in Cixi County, so I don't know how to call the place name of my hometown. When filling in the place of origin on various forms, it is difficult to write for a while. Sometimes I think it should be based on my time, so I filled in Yuyao; But sometimes I think, if you fill in this way, some people can't find Qiaotou Township on the map of Yuyao today, which is very troublesome, so they fill in Cixi again. Of course, you can also fill in "Yuyao, now Cixi" and so on, but generally speaking, there are not so many words in the place of origin column of the form. Even if you can squeeze, it's boring to write it yourself: where are you from? Why do you answer such a simple question?

I don't want to blame the officials who changed the division of labor. They must have their own reasons. But they may not know that the confusion caused by this change is immeasurable. Just like a swallow flying far away, with the season coming back around the mountains and seas, the bird's nest on the beams is still there, but the owner of the house has changed and the structure of the house has changed. They can only twitter and hover a big Cui Hao question mark.

In fact, I am more worried than those swallows, because I can't even find the nest of the old year. The house where I was born and raised has long been sold, and there are no relatives in the village in a strict sense. If I go back like this, no one will know me, and I can't figure out where to eat and stay. This is my hometown, my only hometown in the world! On the morning when I left early, the night was not over, and the morning fog was already misty. The sleepy eyes of the little boy make the night and morning fog more dense. I always thought there would be grand compensation for such a sloppy farewell. In fact, nothing in the world can make up for it, so I doodled on the long journey away from home.

I left a very poor village. When eating, the child accidentally breaks a coarse porcelain bowl, which will lead parents to chase after it crazily, and the neighbors will take it for granted. There is no serious habit of sitting at the table to eat. At most, a crooked Xiao Mu was put on the mud at the door. When the family ate there, they ordered some food, squatted in the west station, holding a bowl in their hands and staggering it into their mouths. Therefore, there are many opportunities for children to break bowls. The rough black palm swung around the child like a storm, so he carefully picked up the broken pieces of the bowl and pieced them together. A few days later, the bowl mender came and spent a long time mending the broken bowl. A bowl of white rice can rarely be served in patched and unpatched coarse porcelain bowls, although rice is abundant here. Every once in a while, a bowl of dried vegetables is usually steamed in an iron pot, so before the lid of the iron pot is opened, the double fragrance has spread all over the village. Until today, I still think this double fragrance is a classic match. Snow-white glittering rice is poured with a pinch of black and shiny dried vegetables, and the combination of colors is calm and strong.

It is said to belong to Yuyao, but it is actually dozens of miles away from Yuyao County. The only topic Yuyao can talk about among the villagers is that there is a mountain-like hospital called "Nursing Home". As the saying goes, you can only cure diseases, not diseases. This hospital can actually sustain life. What skill and style! The villagers lamented that they never dreamed of going to such a hospital to see a doctor. No one died in the hospital. They think that many teenagers would rather die early than stay at home. Funerals in the countryside are more enjoyable than weddings, because the destination of funerals is mountains, which is a lively group outing. The burial places in this area are all on the hillside around Shanglin Lake. The funeral procession was full of paper banners and melodious cries. They all relaxed when it became a mountain. Because there was no one in the mountain, paper banners and cries lost their audio-visual objects. A gust of mountain wind made everyone quiet and relaxed. The paper banner, which was just held straight by both hands, was casually carried on the shoulder. Except for graves, there are many bayberry trees on the mountain. The villagers are very good at this. I didn't discuss the harvest of Yangmei this year until I swept my eyes.

The harvest season of bayberry is very short. After a day or two, it will be flooded, soft and rotten, and you can't eat it. However, its maturity is threatening, and it is not easy to quickly dispose of the fruits that gush from the mountains and plains. At that time, the traffic was extremely inconvenient, and the only thing the villagers could do was to put down their stomachs and eat hard. I also sent baskets to my relatives, but they don't live far away. Every local mountain is rich in bayberry, so the gift becomes an exchange. Under the eaves of every household, there are baskets of red bayberries collected from different hills nearby. Anyone can squat on the side and eat slowly for several hours, muttering about the temperament of each mountain this year, which mountain is angry and which mountain is playing dumb, just like commenting on his own children. Where are the children? They all went up the mountain and climbed to any bayberry tree to pick and eat. Bright red fruit will not be touched. Just pick those red and black but hard fruits and put them in your mouth. They are sweet, slightly sour, tough and chewy. After sipping a strong taste in your mouth, you will spit out plum seeds, and then press your lips with one hand. These days, they can stay in the mountains all day, Yangmei is a human being, so they can save a few bowls of rice at home, and their parents think it is a good thing. Just going home at night, a white shirt is often full of juice, dark red and light crimson, just like coming back from a bloody battlefield. Mother doesn't blame or clean up. No matter how she washes these days, she can't wash it off. As soon as the bayberry season is over, the stains will naturally fade. When she rubbed her clothes into the river, she could see nothing.

Children climb trees to pick plum trees, and after a long time, their mouths will turn from sweet and sour to bitter. They climbed down from the tree, their stomachs were swollen and their lips were gone. They went to the lake, rinsed their mouths with the lake, and then played by the lake. The water in Shanglin Lake is very clear, and the beaches are all shallow. Walking barefoot in the harvest season of plum trees, I still feel a little cold, but I went down with two cheers. There are many wet lumps under your feet. When you bend down to pick them up, they look like porcelain fragments and pottery fragments. There seems to be a lot of broken utensils here. One foot, one foot, both. After years of cleaning in the lake, the broken corners of those porcelain pieces and pottery pieces are no longer tied. Look carefully, the glaze is bright, uniform in thickness and delicate in radian, which is not much better than the coarse porcelain rice bowl broken at home on weekdays. What the hell is going on here? Do many rich families live here? But there are no ruins of houses here, and there are no decent roads around. How does a very rich family live? Looking back with debris in hand, no one will answer the children in the silent mountains and dreary clouds. The children rubbed the debris with their little hands, then tilted their heads to one side and threw it flat into the water to see if it could jump a few times. This game is called cutting water. Several children started the game. Mysterious fragments are jumping and running on the lake. The calm Shanglin Lake rippled. After a while, the ripples calmed down, and the broken porcelain, broken pottery and related secrets sank to the bottom of the lake.

I have a vague feeling that my hometown may be a very successful place, and its "big instrument" doesn't know when it broke down. Broken so thoroughly, like a landslide, and like a gradual collapse. In order not to let future generations see this trace, all the broken dreams were drowned by the lake, leaving only future generations holding a few patched coarse porcelain bowls and some dried rice to live a ruthless life. Suddenly I feel that dried mushrooms have the taste of historical relics. I don't know how many days they have been baked, from green to brown, from tender to dry, and the agarwood of the years has been preserved by curling and withering. If the old man who repairs bowls is invited to the lake, and the children pick up piles of delicate broken porcelain and pottery pieces for them to mend, what kind of objects will they mend? Must be huge and exquisite? Maybe it will buzz, maybe it will be silent? After mending the bowl, the old people will be frightened by it again, so they have to push it back to the bottom of the lake and flee in a hurry.

1957 left home, ate bayberry, bid farewell to the ancestral grave near Forest Lake, and went to Yuyao County. I didn't have time to visit the "life support hospital" that I admired for a long time, so I immediately got on the train to Shanghai. I happened to be ten years old that year. I waved goodbye to my uncle who sent me to Yuyao County at the train window, and started my lonely journey timidly. In my small luggage, there is a bottle of waxberry soaked in wine and a bag of vegetables, which is the most standard Yuyao person. Along the way, I still regret that I didn't pick up a few pieces of broken porcelain belts in Shanglin Lake as a souvenir.

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I went to Shanghai to take the senior high school entrance examination. My father used to work alone in Shanghai. Soon after I came, my family moved here. Since then, the necessity and possibility of returning to my hometown are not great, and the meaning of my hometown is getting weaker and weaker, and sometimes it is almost out of sight.

The first step to get rid of hometown is to get rid of dialect. Although Yuyao is not far from Shanghai, Yuyao dialect is quite different from Shanghai dialect. I believe that a person who only speaks Yuyao dialect must be struggling in the streets of Shanghai. Yuyao dialect is also different from Shaoxing dialect in the west and Ningbo dialect in the east. I remember hearing vendors and vendors say a few words with Shaoxing accent or Ningbo accent in the countryside, and the children all bent over with laughter, imitating and exaggerating over and over again, laughing at how there are such people who can't talk. The old man in the village corrected the pronunciation of the stranger in awe, and then shook his head and lamented that the stranger was so stupid. The concept of this language gradually disappeared from the moment I stepped on the train, because I was surprised to find that those adults who spoke kindly to me were hard to listen to me, and sometimes they even had to write it down on paper before they suddenly realized that they were laughing. In the laughter, my voice grew louder and louder, and I didn't even want to talk to them later. When I arrived in Shanghai, I could hardly communicate with my surroundings in language, and I was depressed all day. Once, an adult took me to a relative's house. It was a rich family with a piano. There is a boy three years younger than me sitting next to the piano. According to seniority, I should call him cousin I think we are all children and relatives. It's time to talk. He was glad to see me and shook my hand in a friendly way, but only said a few words. I can understand his Shanghainese, but he can't understand my Yuyao, so they are disappointed with each other and go their separate ways. The saddest thing is that on my first day in middle school, the teacher somehow made me stand up and answer questions. I blushed for a long time and finally poured out my Yuyao dialect. I believe that the teacher and the whole class must have been at a loss at that time and had no idea what I was talking about. When I finished, the teacher held her breath. His puzzled eyes flashed behind his thick glasses, and finally he turned into a kind smile and said, "Very well, please sit down." Now it's the students' turn to be stupid, and the teacher says nothing? I panicked at the thought of answering questions in this strange language when I went to middle school.

Fortunately, the children in their early teens were honest at that time. Students play with me after class and never ask me about my language origin. I quickly learned their accents while playing. Only one month later, when another teacher asked me to stand up and answer questions, I was already speaking a very pure Shanghai dialect. My junior high school classmates didn't know that I came to Shanghai from Yuyao to sit with them until today.

Looking back on it, I'm still surprised. I actually learned Shanghai dialect in a month, which is particularly difficult to learn. The difficulty in learning Shanghainese is not the complexity of the language, but the strange mentality of Shanghainese. Cantonese can tolerate foreigners speaking nonstandard Cantonese, and Beijingers can tolerate Beijing dialect mixed with local dialects, but Shanghainese will not allow others to speak nondescript Shanghai dialect. Someone tried to say that almost all Shanghainese would ask him to "help" and not let his ears suffer. These people don't care, which makes a large number of "southern cadres" who have lived in Shanghai for more than 40 years afraid to speak a word of Shanghai dialect. I can learn quickly because I am young and have a strong sensitivity to language, but my sensitivity to self-esteem and shame is still weak. In this way, I entered a relaxed state, and I can study freely. I jumped out of Shanghai's complacency and suddenly became a Shanghainese. Sometimes I wonder why Shanghainese are complacent in language. Almost all their predecessors came from other places, and only when they arrived in Shanghai did they gradually get rid of the local accent and join the Shanghai dialect. Shanghai dialect is not the original language of this land. The original languages are Songjiang dialect, Qingpu dialect and Pudong dialect, but they are laughed at by Shanghainese. Shanghai dialect is something similar to "artificial crab meat", but it can force tourists from all directions to squeeze out their excitement and enter its dishes.

Once a person or a family enters Shanghai, it is equivalent to entering a magic circle. Carefully wash away any traces of non-Shanghainese, especially if there are still some local accents in the Shanghainese they have learned, they will try to clean them up as hard as flies and mosquitoes. When I first arrived in Shanghai, I often heard some elderly people spit out Ningbo accent or Subei accent in the market, but this accent basically does not exist in their next generation. Now you can't tell the origin of a young man in Shanghai from his speech. Just like accents, the connection between these Shanghainese and their hometown has basically disappeared, but it is impossible for them to write about Shanghai when they fill in their place of origin. So Shanghainese became a rootless group, and they didn't know where they came from or which land they belonged to. They are both happy and pitiful. From this, I envy those seniors who have not changed their local accent when they are old. They lived to say a hometown, and announced their life orientation as soon as they opened their mouths.

I speak Shanghai dialect every day. Later, with the further expansion of living space, I began to use Mandarin as the basic language of communication. Yuyao dialect is receding further and further, and finally it is difficult to spit it out from my mouth smoothly. I finally became a person who can't speak Yuyao dialect. Only in May of the lunar calendar, when Yangmei is listed, will all Yangmei in Shanghai be marked as Yuyao Yangmei by fruit stalls. When I sell it, I will stop a little and look at the quality of bayberry with an expert's eye. The water and clouds in Shanglin Lake will come to my mind. But in a blink of an eye, I joined the market like rain.

Hometown, so I lost it.

Hometown, so I was thrown away.

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After going to college, I found my hometown again, but all I found were fragments. I am playing hide-and-seek with my hometown; As if I couldn't find anything, suddenly it stood in front of me. I was about to reach for it, but it was empty. When I turned around, it appeared in a corner. ...

Soon after I entered the university, I went to work in the countryside. There was a lot of work in the countryside that year, and more than half of my last trip to college was spent in the countryside. Of course, the countryside is not my hometown, the same cottage and river, the same grass, trees and crops, but I work endlessly in the soil of a foreign land, so why did I leave home in the first place? Just thinking like this, a bookstore manager who also works in the countryside stood beside me. He looked at the land in front of him for a long time without talking, and finally asked me gently, "Where are you from?"

"Yuyao. Yuyao, Zhejiang. " I replied.

"Wang Yangming's hometown, great!" Many bookstore managers at that time were people who read a lot. He seemed to be lit by something and suddenly became excited. "You know, there was a general in Japan who wore a card on his belt all his life, which read' Worship Wang Yangming all his life'! Even when Chiang Kai-shek arrived in Taiwan Province, he worshipped Wang Yangming and changed Cao Shan to Yangmingshan! There is probably only one Yangming hospital left in your hometown now? "

I was surprised to hear him say Yangming Hospital, and I was even more panicked. "What? Yangming Hospital? Is that to commemorate Wang Yangming? " It turns out that the "life-sustaining hospital" I heard from the villagers as a child turned out to be the way it is!

I forgot the bookstore manager and stood alone on the ridge, sighing for Wang Yangming. He worked hard for his hometown, but his hometown didn't know him, including me. I, Mr. Wang Yangming, a countryman born more than 500 years later than you, can I get to know you and express my apologies on behalf of my hometown and future generations?

Since then, I have been very concerned about all kinds of information about Wang Yangming. What makes people angry is that almost all books and articles on the mainland at that time took a negative attitude when they mentioned Wang Yangming, on the grounds that he stood on the idealist position in philosophy and stood on the opposite side of the peasant uprising in politics, which was a double reaction. I don't know if there is a real first-class scholar who is a thorough materialist and firmly stands on the side of the peasant uprising in China's thousands of years of history. I only feel that there is a non-academic defensive instinct rising from the bottom of my heart: how can you bully us Yuyao people like this! He has won a reputation for many years, and he is still lambasting him. How can there be such a truth in the world?

I have collected everything related to him bit by bit, and finally I understand more and more that even if he is not from Yuyao, I will deeply admire him, and because he is from Yuyao, I am sincerely proud of him and my hometown. In the history of China, there are many people who can be literate and martial, but Liao Ruochen is the best in both aspects. During the Three Kingdoms period, both Cao Cao and Zhuge Liang could fight, and they were both literary talents, but they failed to ignore history in the comprehensive creation of culture. As a master of culture, who is good at leading troops to fight? Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty can be regarded as an outstanding strategist. It seems that everything has to wait until the appearance of Wang Yangming to make the miracle really happen. Wang Yangming is undoubtedly a military genius. For the stability of the society and the empire, he fought both the insurgents and the rebels, and both fought big battles. Militarily speaking, they were all ingenious, skillful in art of war and neat and beautiful in moves, which was also the most important military act of the country at that time. In recognition of his military contribution, Emperor Shizong of Ming Dynasty named him "Xinjian Bo". I was lucky enough to read a congratulatory letter he wrote to his father on the front line of close combat. This letter made the continuous fierce battle easy, turned the complicated military strategy and political strategy into a game, and even passed over the incident of his last illness in the local area. The newspaper is full of general demeanor. "History of the Ming Dynasty" said that in the whole Ming Dynasty, civil servants used soldiers, and no one could match him. This is certainly good, but he is not an ordinary civil servant, but one of the few greatest philosophers in the history of China, so his particularity far exceeds that of the Ming Dynasty. I think Zeng Guofan, a civil servant who really fought in the Qing Dynasty, studied well, but he was obviously not as good as Wang Yangming. Wang Yangming's philosophy, which has been criticized by people, seems to me to be a great achievement in the development history of China's national intelligence. Actually, not many people are qualified to criticize it. Please listen to a sentence:

When you didn't see this flower, it died with you; When you come to see this flower, the color of this flower will be understood for a while. ...

What a superb understanding and subtle expression! I know many smart people will angrily refute him with the "objectivity" of flowers, but what a clumsy rebuttal! Another example is his eternal proposition of "to conscience", which is so trusting in people, so contemptuous of dogma, and even has such ardent expectations for the natural growth of some norms of human beings. At least for me, it's just a respectful study.

Wang Yangming's dazzling brilliance also made him suffer a lot. He went to prison, was beaten by the court staff, was demoted, escaped the plot against him, and was left out in the cold, but he still wanted to study and give lectures, so he decided to be a traveler who traveled around Kyushu, and finally died on a boat in Nan 'an, Jiangxi, only living at the age of 57. When he died, the student asked his last words, and he said, "I know this, what can I say?" !

Whether the battle commanded by Wang Yangming in his life is just or not, and whether his philosophical views are correct, can be discussed, but no one can deny that he is a particularly strong person. This is the first reason why I am proud of him. It is a question of opportunity to encounter war, but as a strong man, he can be as tough as a general in cultural integrity even if he is not on the battlefield. I saw an example in Wang Yangming, but in order to make my life safe, I must supplement this example. Looking through the historical records for several years, it is found that among the few masters in China's cultural history after Wang Yangming, two are Yuyao people, namely Huang Zongxi and Zhu Shunshui.

Well, don't let them all go. . There are many more, so I won't post them. . )