When we stand on the age of one thousand in five thousand on freezing point of Chinese history, the night sky, will the initiation of a faint at the end of the century, HuangRan and disappointed.
When we are in the immense universe space and the thought of JiYa aimlessly in the long river rafting, will produce a ChuangRan alone and Ti of sentimental and sad.
Although we always in constant pioneer halfback, are constantly where an enduring image, always want to a will perpetuate the five thousand years of history culture with the umbilical cord blood that broke, indeed as expected, everything is so futile, go that far away and found or not out of the old place. When u look back in history that still hungry source, in the time in the sky but the bald stand the spirit of Chinese civilization, we still building from the beginning to the end of heaven, and filled with the ancestors of revenue and trembling ungodly.
A "book of changes" to "the orange clouds the way of thinking, clever the TiaoShen wizard provide database. For all the gossip composite programming of image. Mysterious communication in the past and future, hell and heaven, the world of mortals and death, destiny and disaster of the chain, we become today still can't interpretation of a day.
Old Ran ride green cow from the valley of letter, keep coming close faint of GuanChang extremely and respects the Mi part of the official, in a similar way, keep him under house arrest for the soon to be gone for later generations of middle-earth leaving a reference to the sample handed down from ancient times. So, with mountains on the east wind rise in cloud mist of ZiQi, he almost paranoid abnormal condition of the soul, leaving us with the running of the five thousand words the tao-te in what looked like an absurdity, contained in the wake of a deep, in mercy in the weak embracing the cursing powerful philosophy, after the unique desire unique wisdom to the life of the "TianQuan" and can be the civilization history first proposed that the universe generating theory and the plain dialectics of the wise.
And rates among the nations, and seventy-two men to lobby for officer shall not to be their own political ideal of a generation of intellectuals KongZhongNi, had to sit in yishui river, YangLiuAn, XiaoFeng canyue, discuss, let down his protege held sketches that only the analects of Confucius. Looking at the field, master sigh a way: "it passes like this water." Time and tide wait for no man, many noblemen and has become a time so fast, and history of the waves will finally are gone all sediment, will he even at the palace on idol clouds, he thought, needless to say more, half the analects of Confucius is enough to put to the world.
Adhering to the Lao tze of traditional culture ZhuangZhou flapping wings of the spirit, or ride kunpeng flown near details on the disc, or hovering in the cloud, he despise all power and profit, regulations, standards, reputation and honor, wisdom and dignity, the only love is with nature, into the nature of the freedom of the "day", which he put life to extend the "worship" is no longer a Lao tze that level of "non-interference and in fact have risen to real life form, and his own, or wasn't willing to secular driven, but nothing a harmony between man and nature, man and the nature to the refuge of the original nature nothing.
ZhuangZhou of natural and unrestrained lies not only in the dark on the philosophical level, but also is his creation of the Chinese real sense of bold and unconstrained literature.
This is a full of wisdom, big state, big mind of times, it was a hundreds of elegy "soil culture is" the time, in this way, the power of competing ii, just Ti made in the real sense of "schools of thought contend", culture DuoYuan before, the history of China, the last time the unprecedented impact, culture of ideological emancipation. When we stood in FenShuKengRu qin shihuang glowing ember, standing in the qing dynasty was the prison, with deep ahead in the league, the mood will give priority to the era of death and, not only full of infinite admiration, the more there is a feat not sorrow
