Chapter 205 You in the Eyes of the Stars
There is nothing new under the stars.
After looking at the stars
for a while, He Yushi, who had been working at his desk with his head down for a long time, felt his neck was particularly sore, but also particularly refreshing.
The scholars of this era are romantic.
They like to write poems while looking at the stars, the sea and the mountains.
Summer solstice.
Warm weather.
Pure starry sky. The sky is full of stars.
Look up for a while, and the stars seem to be responding to you, emerging more and more. After a while,
they are in pieces.
The weather is too hot, and looking at the starry sky seems to bring a moment of coolness.
Stand high.
Actually, it's just a little higher.
But it's enough.
People feel closer to the stars.
Farther away from the city.
The feeling of looking at the world and looking at the stars is a bit similar.
The streets of the human world are bustling, the houses are bright, and from a distance, there are also sparks, twinkling.
He Yushi did not write poems, and neither did his brother.
It seems that writing poems still requires talent.
Jiang Mianmian has memorized a few poems, but it seems difficult to fit the occasion, so forget it. What
if she copied one, her father would think she is suitable for the talent route, and let her write poems every day in the future.
Jiang Mianmian has no determination to do anything, like a good-looking rookie.
She can't do it herself, but she respects those who can.
Just like the stargazer in front of him, he is an early astronomer of mankind. The Big Dipper was recorded by them. He looked at the stars, recorded the stars, and knew every one of the distant stars like his own children and nephews.
The stars are so far away that they can never be touched with current technology.
It's like a myth.
But he still observes and records every day, and has been doing so for decades. It's not an adjective, but what he is doing.
After his previous observer died, he handed over the job to him, and when he is about to die, he will hand it over to the next person.
He must have a premonition that his end is approaching, so he would first screen people and take a young boy like him to observe the stars every day for a period of time. Then one day, he lay down under the stars and passed away.
The boy continued to observe the stars until he became middle-aged and old.
This is the continuation of civilization. It
is touching without poetry.
The group watched the stargazers, the densely packed starry sky, and the densely packed star map on the top of the mountain.
After seeing the stargazer with reverse cervical spondylosis, he looked up and waved goodbye to them.
They left.
He was still the only one left on the mountain.
Looking up at the starry sky. The stars
moved.
...
On the way back, He Yushi looked at the student in deep thought and felt proud.
To deal with such a lazy student with many thoughts, you have to use a heavy hammer.
Let her see the real life and take her to feel it truly. Only then
will she understand.
When He Yushi saw the stargazers for the first time, he was also greatly shocked.
After the shock, he admired them.
It also strengthened his determination to study.
Whenever he wanted to be lazy, the man looking up at the starry sky would appear in his mind. On the wild plains, high mountains and dangerous buildings, rivers, lakes and seas, they looked up at the starry sky alone, day after day for decades.
He felt that he had to persevere. He
got up early to study, and sometimes felt drowsy, so he soaked a cloth in cold water and covered his face with it, waiting to be more awake before continuing to study.
There is no such thing as a natural talent or a born top scholar. Only by working hard all year round can one succeed in the end.
Every success he had was well deserved.
Today he taught his new students the secret of his initial success.
I hope she understands.
The carriage was shaking. No
matter how long it shook, the strange world seemed to her, and the ancient people in long gowns swayed, which always seemed like a dream.
But today she saw the formation of dreams and the people who weave dreams.
Is there any meaning in recording so many stars day after day?
Maybe in the blink of an eye, a star flickered, that was a violent explosion in the distant interstellar space, which seemed to have nothing to do with you.
Maybe in the blink of an eye, a star disappeared.
It was as if it had never existed.
But someone recorded it.
Its existence left traces.
Jiang Mianmian felt that her heart seemed to be much more settled at this moment.
She always felt that she was like a fallen leaf drifting on the sea, not knowing where she came from or where she was going, and decay was her final destination.
It seemed that there was no meaning in struggling.
But at this moment, it felt different.
Through hard struggle, we eventually died.
It was different from an ordinary death.
We can change some things through hard work, and it is not useless.
Don't be so powerless.
Don't panic.
Even the distant stars will leave traces of existence.
Her feeling of being detached from the outside world seemed to be restrained and serious at this moment.
Jiang Feng, who was riding a horse outside the carriage, slowly led the way in front of the carriage. He was also shocked when he saw the stargazers.
Because he had slept underground for a long time and saw the endless darkness, he always had an endless source of resentment.
It made it impossible for him to love other people.
He just wanted to protect his family.
But when he saw the stargazers, looking up at the stars day after day.
In fact, at that moment, the stars looked at him, perhaps as a person buried in the darkness.
Was he looking up at the starry sky, or was it the starry sky looking at him?
His heart was touched, and he became particularly quiet, watching the passing of time and the bustling comings and goings of people.
He still liked the hustle and bustle.
A bustling wedding or a bustling funeral, it was all fine.
He Yushi saw that the student had been thinking for a long time, and felt that the teaching purpose had almost been achieved, so he asked, "Do you understand?"
Jiang Mianmian nodded.
"Oh! What do you understand?"
"Sir, you should look up at the stars more often. You have a bad cervical spine. Do you often feel dizzy and shaky when you sit up? These are all caused by your bad cervical spine and insufficient blood supply. You should look at the stars more often in the future, which will be good for your body."
He Yushi's cheeks twitched slightly...
Don't you really have anything else to say?
Jiang Mianmian looked at the teacher who was suppressing his slight anger, and continued: "Sir, your liver fire is a little strong, your hands are shaking, and you may have hyperthyroidism. It's better to eat lighter dishes on weekdays and eat less seafood."
He Yushi retracted his trembling hands. He was angry with you, not sick.
"Sir, I've thought about it. In the future, when I have nothing to do, I can practice medicine and save people. I save one person at a time. Everyone is like a star, inconspicuous, but when you look up at the stars, you are also a star in the eyes of the stars. Some stars are brighter, some are darker, some stars disappear, and new stars are born. The long river of history is like the star map of the stargazers, passed down day by day."
He Yushi's heartbeat quickened again.
He was angry, shocked, and comforted.
There were twists and turns in this. It was
really killing me.
"What are you having for dinner?"
"Noodles. My mother's noodles are delicious."
"Very good."
"What are you holding in your palm?"
"My stars."
"Speak human language."
"Ants."
"Don't come over..."
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