Screen name: Xiao Lou Tianya

Real name: Zhexuan Fang.

Gender: Female

Blood type: type A.

Place of birth: Tianjin

Current residence: Beijing

My school: Nankai University.

Idol: Su Shi

Favorite music: Chinese style

Favorite sports: table tennis, badminton and tennis.

Other hobbies: travel

One of the influential revival and practitioners of Hanfu, with rich writings and complete ideas and theories. Now he is honorary director of Hanfu Institute of Fuxing College.

Representative articles include One Man's Sacrifice and Shallow Singing for Hanfu.

Committed to the education of reading classics for many years.

personal record

Honorary Director of Hanfu Institute of Fuxing College

Hua Xia yi Guan ba boss

Guan Yi magazine planner

Baidu hanfuba celebrity

Personal work

Presided over the compilation of magazines: "Q"

Presided over the planning magazine: Hanfu

Article: "One Man's Sacrifice"

Article: "Humble is Hanfu"

Excerpts from works

Someone's sacrifice

Many years later, I think I will still remember this day, the elegant music, the Analects of Confucius sung by immature children, the solemn eulogy in the cold wind and the grand performance. But today, in the sun, in the crowd, although I look at all directions and listen to all directions, I still just hold it.

A lonely heart, go there-a person's sacrifice.

In 2004, Tianjin Health Center celebrated its 600th anniversary.

This year, the Tianjin Municipal Government has really launched many cultural activities, such as Yangliuqing, Mazu Festival, test exhibitions, and now the ceremony of offering sacrifices to Confucius. To save traditional culture, even the government, which loves to sing opera in the tower, has realized its importance. The rise of the Chinese nation seems destined to rely on the splendid civilization left by our ancestors.

China's cultural revival is imminent, but they seem to ignore the most superficial things and "clothes".

Is a dress really that important?

I often lament the magic of our ancestors' word-making. A person wears clothes for "dependence". If you lose your clothes, you will be helpless, just like duckweed. Is this dress so different from that one? The difference between people, except skin color, is probably clothes. Clothes are not only used to cover the body, but also to dress up, and to express a realm and a pursuit. Different clothes make different people. I remember that Wanhe and Song Ting of Hanwang wrote a paper about costume aesthetics, saying that suits pursue three-dimensional beauty, full clothes pursue complicated beauty, while Hanfu pursues the beauty of taking the law naturally and integrating nature with man. This beauty permeates all aspects of China culture.

Sacrificing a hole is certainly not a pile of bones, but an idea. Rites are not for affectation, but to show respect. If it weren't for Hanfu's sacrifice to Confucius, then this sacrifice would be reduced to a form, and the cultural appeal would be as empty as an imperial edict, deceiving those ignorant people under the arrogance of the declining dynasty. I firmly believe that only China culture can undertake the historical mission of reversing the fate of China, and Hanfu is to continue the severed ties of civilization. So I went, although it was only a deep coat, although it was slightly thin in the cold wind, although it had the tragic meaning of going to the meeting alone, I still smiled and faced the surprised eyes around me. Can't explain, can't explain, it is a person's sacrifice. When all the flowers and colors are gone, I stubbornly stand in front of the altar, with no music, no eulogy, no dance, only a heart that sincerely worships Confucius. Many people take pictures of me. Needless to say, ordinary people can always see beauty with their eyes. There is a lot of pain that can't be calmed down. Fortunately, I have been able to tolerate them with a clear heart. I'm still being myself-

A coat, a belief, a person.

Many years later, I think I will remember this day, a grand ceremony, a call for Confucian culture, and a group of China people who admire tradition. But I still insist that this is a person's sacrifice-white clothes are better than snow and don't touch fine dust.

Humble for hanfu

The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Follow it back, the road is blocked and long, follow it back, in the middle of the water.

-"The Book of Songs Qin Feng"

When I climb the ancient city wall, when I touch the decaying column beam, when I lean against the railing and look into the distance excitedly, there will always be a trace of acidity rushing to my throat, and I will always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.

Someone told me that a big fish once lived in Beiming. It became a giant bird, soaring between heaven and earth. The wings of giant birds hang in the sky like clouds. Although ten thousand flies into the sky. The sages have given us a heart that can contain the sky and shaped a vast and magnificent hall for us.

At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before his execution, he played a unique tune, with a wide robe and ribbon fluttering in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant gesture. Thousands of years later, there are still echoes, but he doesn't know that what is really cut is not the music score, but his pride and even his clothes.

I also dream of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around the world with a poet named Li Bai. He drank wine with the cold light on his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I have seen him wandering under the moon, singing and singing. The long wind blew away his hair band, and his robe was as elegant as a fairy.

But then the emperor changed, and a glass of wine took the literati and abandoned the military commander. His descendants finally hid in paradise on earth and handed over a large area of land. But in the cold north, there are troops on the battlefield, and the enemy says we can't beat Yue Jiajun. Unfortunately, heroes are taboo, people are arrogant, and a ray of loyal soul finally dissipates near the West Lake, so the spirit of a nation is irreversibly extinct. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone insert it into the soil, which was used by the general, an unyielding tassel gun.

The wheel of time turned round and round, and finally lost its way in Shen Jia. So on the banks of Slender West Lake and Meihualing, an ancestral temple was built to commemorate this tragedy. The weak scholar named Shi Kefa didn't want to spread his high bun, let alone take off the clothes left by his ancestors, so he decided to save * * * with the city, lost his life and protected his faith. Cruel killings and mountains of bones can't bury the national spirit. Some people believe that it will still shine on China after thousands of years.

Today, thousands of years later, I am sitting in the lobby of McDonald's. I am wearing Gucci fashion. I sang a song "My heart will go on" casually, but my heart was broken inexplicably, because I heard a voice saying loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.

I remember that a group of brown-haired and blue-eyed jackals, with strong boats and guns, demolished our temples and destroyed our halls.

So one hundred years later, we know democracy and freedom, but we forget morality. We have musical prodigies, but we don't know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build tall buildings, but we can't accommodate a merit archway. We wear suits and ties, but we don't have our own clothes.

Where is the land of etiquette? Where, my Han family?

Why do you call me a pervert when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do I say that my precious Hanfu belongs to Fusang? Why do you always take my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't my tears touch your heart of stone at all?

Where is the place of faith? Where, my Han family? I don't want to be heartbroken, I don't want the wisdom of my ancestors to be admired, and I don't want my Hanfu to be promoted by the Japanese. So I have always had a wish that one day, we can pick up our own culture and prop up the backbone of the nation.

Remember, remember, there was an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, there was a river called the Yangtze River, there was a pair of totems called dragons and phoenixes, and there was a feather dress called Nishang!