When the mountain arrived, the scenery stopped. Although unattainable, my heart yearns for it.

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Walking in the historical sky, philosophers and scholars are full of stars. I walk, longing for their great personality and paying homage to their souls.

I look up to Confucius. Autumn 10 5-year-old student, established at the age of 30, not confused at the age of 40, practicing the way of helping the world, traveling around the world, practicing, and seeking courtesy in politics. Even if the monarchs of all countries turned a blind eye to his theory, even if he ran into a wall everywhere, he was still firmly on the road of preaching. In the era when the separatist regime was in full swing, he firmly believed that benevolence could save the world and enrich the country. History has not failed him. He has seventy-two sages. His thoughts were held high and praised by later generations. Be respected as the most holy teacher, the teacher of all things.

I looked up at Zhuang Zhou. During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was constant war, but Zhuangzi was able to protect her white self in a dirty world. No matter how turbulent it is, in his ideological realm, there is always a Kun Peng who "flies high with his wings flying like clouds"; There is always a slender butterfly, avoiding the disturbance of the court and looking for its own peace in the mountains and rivers. "Heaven and earth coexist with me, and everything is one with me", and his spirit is one with everything here.

I admire Zhuangzi, not only because of his wisdom, but also because of his true feelings in the noise.

I look up at Taibai, but I can't see the whiteness floating between the mountains and rivers in the Tang Dynasty. In the prosperity and extravagance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Li Bai was a graceful violet. Yang Yuhuan, that's just a woman; Gao Lishi is just a eunuch. It is his unruly style that the imperial concubine holds the ink and Lux takes off his boots. Even if something goes wrong, he is not depressed, but "laughing at the sky and going out, is our generation Artemisia?" In his dictionary, there is never the word decadence. Lonely, "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, brought me my shadow, let us three"; Sad, "since the world can't satisfy our desire, let's build a boat in the morning." No matter what the situation is, he always believes that he can finally "one day I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea"

I pay tribute to Li Bai, not only because his poems are elegant and humorous, but also because he is uninhibited in glitz and free and easy in adversity.

I also admire Du Fu's mind that "there are thousands of spacious buildings, which greatly protect the poor in the world and make them happy", and I admire Lu You's sincerity of "lying in a lonely village without mourning for himself and thinking about guarding the wheel platform for the country".

I look up, praise, yearn and sing.