1. Enlightenment, such as ancient poems like "Quiet Night Thoughts" and "Mending the Lost Sheep", as well as prophecies.
2. Resonance, when seeing beautiful scenery or having emotions.
3. Nutrients or inspirations drawn from traditional stories such as "Sima Guang Smashing the Jar" and "Jingwei Filling the Sea".
4. Classic famous lines and verses in learning, such as the Analects column "Love Lotus Speaks".
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Title: At that moment, I touched the classic
On a summer afternoon, I crouched in front of the booth in the corner of the old book market, and as soon as my fingertips touched a yellowed book of the Book of Songs, the pages of the book began to scatter. The vendor shook his head and sighed, "This book is badly damaged by insects, no one wants it anymore." I held onto the broken spine of the book and refused to let go - the faded green landscape on the cover seemed to hide the breath of a thousand years ago.
After bringing it home, I learned the steps from the ancient book restoration video, dipped a brush in thin paste, and filled the cotton paper carefully at the edge of the hole. Under the light, the handwriting on the paper flickered, and the sentence "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost" flowed out from the cracks. Suddenly, I remembered the words of the Dunhuang restorer in the documentary: "It's not the holes that are repaired, it's time." As I used tweezers to put the last piece of shredded paper back in place, the dormant text shook off the dust on its wings like a butterfly, and woke up gracefully in the halo of the desk lamp.
On the eve of the Spring Festival, my grandfather dug out his precious wooden movable type and taught me how to print couplets. The "Fu" character carved from pear wood felt a chill in the palm of his hand, "The clay movable type invented by Bi Sheng back then speaks to these woods. When I dipped myself in cinnabar ink, he lightly tapped my wrist and said, 'Just like Yan Zhenqing wrote' Sacrifice to My Nephew ', let emotions flow into the words along the edge of the pen.' When the outline of 'the passing of the year in the sound of firecrackers' appeared on the rice paper, the ink fragrance suddenly turned into Wang Anshi's sigh, emitting a thousand year old flavor on the radiator.
The most shocking moment happened on television. Through the screen, I saw the repairman boiling Sichuan pepper water in an induction cooker to prevent insects, while the scanner in the adjacent room was converting the Song edition book into digital code.
As they left, the evening breeze swept across their cheeks, enveloping the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" on the screen. Wang Xizhi's ink flowed in neon lights, overlapping with the patterns of the "Book of Songs" found in the old book market, pear wood movable type, and cinnabar ink agarwood to create an eternal harmony. It turns out that classics have never frozen in time. When our body temperature seeps into those cracks and dust, it is the sound of a millennium civilization reuniting in our bloodline.
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Original author: Xushan Zhenxun&A Zhenxun Talking Computer&Wang Haotian
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