C175 The Spirit of the Immortal Mountain That will Never be Outdated

This morning, the weather was very clear. After receiving the phone call from Sixth Uncle Fan Youcai, Fan Wenbin drove back to his hometown and went to the Fan family's primary school to participate in the completion of the Confucius statue ceremony.

If it wasn't for Sixth Uncle calling, he would have almost forgotten about this matter. Last time, at the school, in front of him, Village Chief Li Manrong agreed to invest and let Fan Youcai find someone to carve a Confucius statue.

Although it was only a rural primary school with about forty primary school students, Principal Fan Youcai did not dare to be careless. He found a very skilled mason from Shaanxi and carefully carved a pure black Kong stone statue. He stood in front of the school building and invited all kinds of talented people to hold a grand ceremony.

Today, the national school was still in its infancy. Many schools held national reading activities and published some outstanding national books. They selected many works of famous literary thinkers from past dynasties, such as Confucius Meng Zi, Han Yue, and Ouyang Xiu, and so on and so forth.

National studies rose at the beginning of the 20th century, and they flourished in the 20th century. In the 80s, there was a passion for finding roots. In the 90s, the passion for national studies rose again, and so until now, it was people's reflection and recognition of traditional culture. Today, it was the reorientation of traditional culture in today's China and even in the multicultural world.

National science was the core value system of the outstanding traditional culture of the Chinese people. It was the highly-summed conclusion of the thinking, behavior, and lifestyle of the Chinese for thousands of years, soaking the blood and soul of every child in China. The Chinese people were proud and great because of their vast and profound culture!

Nowadays, in many schools, in the early morning and during the morning self-study, the sound of students reciting the national studies echoed in every classroom. It was tender and pure, adding endless vitality and vitality to the campus that was deserted in the winter.

Confucius and his Confucianism theory had a far-reaching influence on the future generations. Although he "reported but did not do anything," when he was still alive, he was already known as the "heaven warping saint," the "eternal saint," and was one of the many scholars and scholars at that time.

Later on, he was called the" Supreme Saint "(a saint among saints)," the "Ten Thousand Era Master List. He believed that he had once cultivated Poetry, Book, Rites,' Music, and the Four Books. In the sequel, Zhou Yi, he was called the Ten Wings of the Changing Scripture, or Yi Chuan, which was written in Spring and Autumn.

American Poet Philosopher Emoson believed that" Confucius is the glory of all the races in the world. " Professor Tang Enby, British History Philosopher, said that the only thing that saved humanity in the 21st century was China's Confucianism ideology and the Mahayana Dharma.

Confucius was good at 'Yi'. He discovered that people could learn the Heavenly Dao and the Earth Dao, and they could reach the heavens. They could change the rules of fate and write 'Yi Ji'. They called for people to be righteous, to be respected, to change, to open up things, and to make achievements.

Yi Ji was known as the 'head of all scriptures' and the 'source of the Great Dao'. He believed that 'all paths lead to the same destination', and that 'gentlemen' were different from each other. These ideological essences have a very practical significance. They are a powerful weapon that we can strengthen our communication with the various countries in the world and build to protect and protect the world.

From this, it can be seen that the philosophy of our country's ancient sages has been systematic since ancient times. This system is reflected in Confucius's' Classic of Changes'.

Although Confucius was one of the sons, he was a great converter of the culture of China. The Qin Dynasty ruled the world with the teachings of the law, and before the Martial Emperor of the West Han Dynasty, he advocated the art of Old Huang and used "doing nothing" to rule the country.

During the Martial Emperor of Han, Dong Zhongshu proposed "disbanding the Hundred Schools of Thought and announcing the six scriptures. " He established the main axis of Confucius in the culture of China and restored the original position of the six scriptures. Confucius also became the representative figure of the culture of China.

Master of National Science Liu Yi planned to use Confucius as the "center of China's culture," which was passed down from Confucius for thousands of years. After thousands of years of culture, Confucius developed Confucius. Confucius, however, did not have any Chinese culture.

His book, Analects of Confucius, was concise and concise, with deep meanings. Many of his words were still considered by the world to be the most reasonable. At the same time, it was also known as the "Four Books" along with University, Neutral, and Meng Zi.

Moreover, in ancient times, on the first day a child entered the school, the first thing he had to do was to worship Kong Zi. It could be seen how high Kong Zi's position in the eyes of the world was.

It was precisely because Kong Zi had such a high and sacred status that he received a call from Sixth Uncle the moment he received the call. Fan Wenbin hurriedly threw away the work at hand. He braved the cold and clear splendor and drove to Fan Jia Primary School to participate in his statue completion ceremony.

In the clear splendor of winter, the sports field was filled with a very cheerful atmosphere, as if it was a festival. The students wore neat school uniforms. Under the lead of the teacher in charge, they lined up very sensibly and closely watched the statue covered in red silk.

Fan Wenbin, Li Manrong, and the other prominent figures in the village, as well as the crowd that came to watch the show, stood behind the students. Their faces were brimming with a sincere smile as they quietly and attentively waited for the opening ceremony of the Confucius statue to begin.

At eight o'clock sharp, under the hosting of Principal Fan Youcai, he began to sing the national anthem to raise the national flag. Immediately, along with the resonant and majestic national singing that resounded across both sides of the Yellow River, a bright five-star red flag also rose into the sky to welcome the radiance of the rising sun.

Listening to the national anthem surging with hot blood, gazing at the flag fluttering in the wind, Everyone present, regardless of gender or age, had a solemn and solemn expression. Their hearts were filled with a strong sense of pride at the same time.

Get up! People who don't want to be slaves!

Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!

The most dangerous moment for the Chinese has arrived.

Everyone is forced to let out their final roar:

Get up! Get up! Get up!

We are all united!

Advance while braving the cannon fire of the enemy!

Braving the enemy's cannon fire, moving forward!

Advance! Advance!

After that, according to the pre-arranged arrangement, Fan Wenbin, Li Manrong, walked forward and stood in front of the Confucius statue, one on the left and one on the right. Along with Fan Youcai's sonorous and sonorous shout, the two of them looked at each other and smiled. At the same time, they removed the red satin covering the statue. Instantly, it aroused a wave of excited cheers.

This Confucius statue was almost the size of a real person. It was completely black, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Its face was full of determination, and it was shining brightly. It had wide sleeves, and its hands were slightly folded in front of its chest. Its posture was steady and generous. The entire statue was full of strength and strength, and it had both divine form and appearance. It was a rare and exquisite work of art.

"Sixth Uncle really has good eyesight. " Fan Wenbin stared at the Kong Zi statue and said to himself, "This is probably the best statue I've ever seen. It's very similar to the Kong Zi's carving in history, be it shape or temperament. "

Later on, whenever he went to a place, especially in a university or primary school, whenever he saw the Confucius statue, he could not help but think of the statue in his hometown, Fan Jia primary school. He felt that this was the most suitable statue for the character's essence, spirit, and spirit.

At this moment, Li Man Rong saw that the statue was tall and mighty, brimming with an unyielding radiance. While he was very satisfied, he also saw that everyone was clicking their tongues and praising it. They were full of praise and praise, and they felt that their faces were very bright. They could not help but crack open their mouths and laugh, secretly praising Fan Fan's talent and ability to do things.

At the same time, a trace of regret arose in his heart. The Fan Clan produced cultured people from generation to generation. No matter which industry they were in, they were outstanding in whatever they did. The overall quality of the family, perhaps due to hereditary reasons, was also very outstanding in the entire Mei Ban Village.

The Li family lacked talent in this aspect and only knew to use their physical strength to make money. Although his old father, Li Jizhen, had been the secretary of a large troop for more than 40 years, in his generation, his brothers and sisters had also been working very hard to make progress. However, the situation of the family, which had very obvious characteristics, still did not change completely.

Li Jizhen had four sons and three daughters, and his daughter, the eldest son, and the youngest son. Li Manrong was the second son. After his older brother, Li Manshan, joined the army in the 1980s, not long after, he went to the front line of the Yunnan Immortal Mountain and participated in the famous Immortal Mountain battle. Moreover, he was sacrificed there.

Between 1979 and 1984, the Yue army fired over 40,000 cannonballs into my territory. The people at the border had homes that couldn't return, lands that couldn't be planted, schools that couldn't attend classes, and 10,000 acres of rubber gardens and tea gardens that couldn't be harvested. The people retreated or hid in caves, and the people's lives and property suffered a huge loss.

In order to deal with the public provocations of the Yue army and protect the safety and dignity of the country at the border, the China border defense force received orders from the Central Military Commission. At the beginning of April 1984, they carried out the famous Immortal Mountain campaign against the Vietnam invaders. In May, they reclaimed all of the territory of the Immortal Mountain region.

Recovering the Immortal Mountain was a difficult battle of mountains and forests. Here, not only were the old mountains steep, forests densely covered, and grass thorns growing everywhere, but the Yue army had also carefully constructed countless fortifications of various sizes on the main peak since 1979. Trenches, dark fortresses, and tunnels were everywhere, and mines were densely packed, forming a defensive system that could attack and defend.

However, in the face of my valiant and tenacious People's Liberation Army, there is no such thing as an indestructible position, and no difficult obstacles that cannot be overcome. The warriors at the front fell, and the warriors at the back continued to charge forward while stepping on blood. Even though there were many wounds on his body, his arms and legs were broken and he did not fall down from the line of fire. He continued to fight bravely.

The Immortal Mountain battle lasted for a month. It ended with China's complete victory. In this battle, the soldiers of China fought valiantly. They fought with military might, fought with national might, fought with the 'spirit of the Immortal Mountain' that encouraged our generation's growth. They fought without any personal sacrifices, not fearing sacrifices, protecting their country.

When they learned that their son, Li Manshan, had been sacrificed, it was still the Fan Family's Crossing Team's secretary, Li Jizhen. With a strong will unique to ordinary people, he calmly and rationally said, "My son covered the mountain. For the sake of the country, he died on the battlefield. It was worth it. "

That night, when it was even late at night, Li Jizhen brought his family and quietly arrived at the Yellow River, where the cold wind whistled. Facing the surging Yellow River, a thick stack of yellow paper was lit. In the fire, Li Manrong clearly saw his father's face full of tears.

This scene, even though many years had already passed, with the passage of time, not only did it not fade away, on the contrary, it was still deeply engraved in his mind. Moreover, as he grew older, it became more and more vivid in his mind.

This was the first time he had seen his father cry. Furthermore, it was extremely sad. In that instant, it also made him understand that his father, who normally shouted and shouted, who looked mighty and imposing, also had a very fragile heart under his firm and unyielding appearance.

Now, his father was more than eighty years old, and the path of his life was about to come to an end. Sometimes, when faced with the black and white photo of his eldest son, Li Manshan, wearing a red scarf when he was young, he would stare at it for a very long time. He would even talk to himself, saying things that no one else could understand.

His father was old. He was no longer the big team's Secretary Li who would shake even if he stomped the Yellow River. However, his father had done many things that were worthy of the Li Family, even the entire Fan Family, and even the entire Mei Ban Village. He had done many things that were worthy of the pride of the Li Family and even the entire Fan Family.

This morning, when he came to school, his father was already standing at the school gate. A few old men around the same age braved the cold and clear glow as they supported the school gate, eagerly waiting for that exciting moment.

One had to know that back then, in order to build the school, Li Jizhen, as the secretary of the regiment, led the members back from the fields and worked overtime. He had indeed suffered a lot. He had put in a lot of effort and also sweated a lot.

Just as Li Manrong was lamenting, Fan Wenbin walked over, pointed at Kong Zi's statue, and said, "Village Chief Li, it's all thanks to you. In the future, as long as you see Kong Zi, people will think of you. "

To Li Man Rong carving the Kong Zi statue out of his own pocket, Fan Wenbin also had a trace of respect for him. Now, he was the head of a village. The way he handled things was very different from before.

Seeing the flattery in Fan Wenbin's words, Li Man Rong felt very pleased in his heart, but on the surface, he looked very humble. He waved his hand and looked at the Kong Zi statue that was bathed in the clear splendor. He repeatedly said, "Old classmate, you flatter me. You flatter me. Isn't this all because of Principal Fan? How could I dare to be greedy?

"I can't tell, but you are still very modest. " Fan Wenbin smiled and said, "My Sixth Uncle asked someone to carve the statue, and he carved it very seriously, but the money was paid by your Village Chief Li, everyone knows that. "

Just like that, the two of them stood side by side. As they watched the performance of the students, they talked about Confucius. Ever since Li Manrong generously lent Fan Wenbin six million yuan, their relationship had soared to a new level. Compared to the past, it was incomparable.

After a while, Fan Wenbin suddenly remembered that the village committee wanted to sign the contract again. He smiled and asked, "I heard from my father that the village wants to take back the dozens of acres of river bank that he contracted. Is there such a thing?"

That time, for this matter, Fan Youmin took advantage of the opportunity when his granddaughter, Fan Caixia, was engaged to Song Zhantao and gathered Fan Wenbin, Fan Wengong, and Fan Wenlin's three sons together. They discussed seriously for a while, but each of them said their own thing, and in the end, they did not come to an agreement.

"Uncle Fan's understanding is wrong, and I also said it wrong for you. The village did not take back the contracted land, but just wanted to sign the contract again. " Seeing Fan Wenbin suddenly ask about this matter, Li Manrong could not hide it, so he told the truth.

"Old classmate, you are often not in the village, so you do not understand the actual situation in the village. Although there are not many people left in the village, and they are all old men and women, things are more complicated than before. With so many people around, it's very difficult to get a job.

After a slight pause, he continued," Uncle Fan contracted so many riverbank lands, and he made a fortune by planting the Flesh Cirilla Rong. Many people were jealous of him, and they all shouted that they wanted to contract it again. Old classmate, what do you want me to do as the village chief?

Speaking up to this point, Li Manrong spread his hands and made a helpless gesture. He smiled bitterly and said, "Don't think that I'm the village chief now, but I need everyone's understanding and support to be able to do the job well in the village. Old classmate, do you think so?

Then, he asked again, " Old classmate, if you become this lousy village chief, then tell me, what should I do to make a bowl of water level? What if it fits the hearts of the people?

Seeing Li Manrong use such words to ask him back, Fan Wenbin immediately felt a little embarrassed. In these many years, there were very, very few people who directly asked him back in person like this.