V17.chapter 39 (1/2)
In the carriage, Confucius fell asleep!
In his sleep, Confucius sat in a trance in a dry well. There were countless books around the well. In his dream, Confucius looked at the books around every day and understood his own way.
However, at this moment, there seems to be a voice at the wellhead, asking Confucius questions.
”Confucius, do you think you can understand everything by sitting in the well?” The voice was full of provocation.
”I have the world's books, let me stay at home, know the world's affairs!” Confucius replied.
”Let me ask you a simple question!” The voice of provocation came again.
”Yes!” Confucius said confidently.
”What do I look like?” Asked the voice of provocation.
Confucius eyebrow a pick: ”you are outside, I can't see you, how can I know?”
”Ha ha, don't you know the world?” The voice of provocation sarcastically said.
”Well, that doesn't count!”
”What's wrong with that? What you see is always the size of the well head. What you read is mostly on paper. You know nothing about the outside world.”
”No way, I can know everything by reading books!”
”Do you know who I am? You know what I look like? Do you know if there is anyone else around me? Do you know where I come from? Do you know how far it is from here and how many wells are there? You know everything out there? Ha ha ha ha ha
”I, i...!” Confucius was asked to sweat.
I boast that I know a lot of truth because of reading, but I can't answer one of the questions asked by an outsider.
”You don't know anything, you don't know anything! You don't know anything about it! ” People outside scoff.
”I don't know nothing, I don't know nothing!” Confucius tried to defend himself.
”Hoo!”
Suddenly, Confucius woke up.
”I don't know nothing!” Just wake up, Confucius is still free in the dream of consciousness, a cry.
But after a shout, I suddenly heard the sound of parking outside.
”Teacher, are you awake?” Nangong Jingshu stopped the carriage to investigate Confucius.
Only then did Confucius relax.
After looking at the carriage at the moment and the worried eyes of Nangong Jingshu, I realized that it was just a dream.
”Teacher, you didn't practice after all. Your physical injuries are much better with the tonic of pills. Just take a rest. This is water!” Nangong Jingshu carefully handed out a bamboo pot.
Confucius drank his saliva and became more sober.
”You go on driving. I'll sit by myself and have a rest.” Confucius said.
”Yes
Nangong Jing uncle immediately drove up again.
Confucius leaned by the carriage window and looked at the picture outside. At the moment, he passed a field and saw some farmers working in the field.
Confucius watched quietly.
In front of Laozi's moral Road, Confucius felt a sense of despair and ignorance.
Just a dream, as if from the heart of the deepest voice.
Looking at the farmer working in the field, the brilliant smile, Confucius took a deep breath: ”maybe, I have been watching the sky from a well these years!”
”Teacher, what do you say?” In front of him, uncle Jing seems to hear a voice asking.
However, Confucius did not explain. Just looking at the outside ridge, looking at the distant smoke.
”reading the volume of books is only a summary of the road of our predecessors. Although I have collected the essence of the volume of books, I have finally lost sight of the world and all sentient beings.” Confucius thought.
”Teacher? I didn't hear you. What did you say Nangong Jing asked curiously again.
”Maybe it's better to read thousands of books than to travel thousands of miles! If you want to have a thorough understanding of the world, it is not enough to just sit on the well and watch the books at home. You also need to survey the world and travel around the world? Only in this way can we comprehend, perfect and thoroughly understand our own way Confucius thought.
”The teacher wants to travel around the world?” Nangong Jingshu is curious and looks forward to it.
Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles? travel through all the kingdoms?
Although Confucius was not sure that he must do so, he at least found a direction and found a direction for his own growth.
In the past, when the spring and Autumn Annals were realized, Confucius thought that his way had been perfect. Unfortunately, this perfect Confucian road was criticized by Laozi, which made Confucius frustrated and depressed.
However, at the moment, thinking of the possibility of breakthrough, the depression was swept away.
Confucius was in a coma this time, and the injury was only the second. The main reason was that the psychological and spiritual repression was too heavy. At the moment, the depression was gone, and Confucius suddenly relaxed a lot.