jdhmnovel Chapter 587 I love you, old man, see you tomorrow
Chapter 587 I love you, old man, see you tomorrow
[Today's love from everyone, see you tomorrow!]
Could this be an old trope of reincarnation from ancient times?
After all, Cao Cao, the progenitor of Chinese literature, already existed as early as the Three Kingdoms period.
Cao Cao: I'd rather die young and betray the world.
[Do not let the world betray your old age]
"He said long ago that he was an old man who wanted to retire [facepalm]"
"Cao Cao only needed a second to convince himself; everyone should learn from him."
"So, if that's the case, Li Bai raising his cup to invite the moon and his shadow to make three, it's like saying, 'I'll drink one cup, I'll drink one cup, and if the moon can't drink it, I'll drink it for you [golden potato]'"
"Su Shi too, hahaha"
With whom shall I sit? Only with the gentle breeze and the bright moon.
"Because he makes no secret of his desires and ambitions in writing about himself, haha, in his poems and essays he is the center of the universe [doge]"
"Old Ji, I want the world, so you'd better conquer it for me [crying emoji]"
Old Ji, you doubt everyone but me. [crying emoji]
Old Ji, you take advantage of everyone else, but not me! [crying emoji]
Old Ji, everyone says you're using the emperor to command the feudal lords, but only you think you're a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty [crying emoji]
Love you, my dear, see you tomorrow! [thumbs up]
"Old Ji, everyone says you're using the emperor to command the nobles, but only I know that you're clearly using the emperor to command the disobedient, Old Ji [Golden Potato]."
"I heard that Liu Bei's mentor was Zhuge Liang, the Sun brothers' mentor was Zhou Yu, and Cao Cao's mentor was himself [kiss]. Our Boss Cao only needs to write a poem to heal himself [party][party]"
"I'm dying of laughter! I saw a video on a blogger the other day where they were guessing people based on keywords. The guy was trying to guess 'traitor to Han' using the phrase 'Cao Cao,' and he guessed everyone from Dong Zhuo to even Liu Xie, but he got them all wrong. Turns out the answer was himself! Hahahaha!"
"I learned Chinese so I could understand plq! Does that mean Qu Yuan... wrote a whole chapter about how our fragrant lives were filled with bitterness..."
"It's not just him, his son is the same. 'Love your son, give your father Emperor Wen; love your father, I want Emperor Wen.'"
Cao Cao: I am King Wen of Zhou!
Cao Pi: "I want to give this to my elders."
"Before clicking in, I thought it was about experts finding two skeletons, one large and one small, in Cao Cao's tomb and concluding that the smaller one was Cao Cao as a child."
"What does He Yiwei have to say?"
Three Kingdoms period.
Cao Cao looked up at the "Literature of Self-Love" displayed on the sky, threw down his pen, and clapped his hands, laughing loudly: "Would I rather betray others? I never imagined that my life of fighting and killing would give future generations a literary guide to life. Enough, enough! What the sky says is right, if I don't love myself, who will love me?"
He pointed his whip to the sky, declaring, "I shall be the progenitor!" However, he refused to accept the label of "traitor to the Han Dynasty." How could he be a traitor to the Han Dynasty? He was clearly a loyal subject of the Han!
Future generations on the heavens should not slander me based on some unfounded historical rumors; I will not accept this blame.
Qu Yuan, who wrote "Li Sao": Is this what I meant when I wrote this? I don't know.
While it does have a self-pitying tone, it's not all that great!
More often than not, they were admonishing the monarch, expressing their frustration and longing for a clean and honest government. How could people not see these important things?
They deliberately pick out the things I write about myself and talk about them with great relish, making themselves seem like some kind of narcissist who spends all their time writing about themselves.
During the Tang Dynasty.
Li Bai was lying on a pillar in a tavern in Jinling, his gourd tilting precariously. He paused for a moment when he saw later generations writing about him, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, which shook the thin frost between the tiles and caused it to fall in a flurry.
"Brilliant!" He flipped down, half-drunk, and drew his sword, pointing it to the sky. "Young man from the future, your sudden ingenious idea has solved my worries!"
The sword tip knocked off the gourd stopper, and the clear wine poured into the moonlight. He actually divided the wine into three streams and poured them on the ground—one stream to the sky, one stream to his own shadow, and finally, he drank it all in one gulp.
"Tonight, it's just the three of us," he wiped the wine stains from his beard, his eyes gleaming, "the one who's drunk must be the moon. As for me, Li Bai, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
The lingering snow on the eaves reflected his swaying figure, and the sky and earth were filled with moonlight and the aroma of wine.
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As dusk fell, farmers gathered under the old locust tree at the village entrance to cool off. Suddenly, dawn broke, and the words "I love you, old man, see you at school tomorrow" appeared.
Zhang the blacksmith had just finished working with his hoe and wiped his sweat. "What? Love yourself?" He rubbed his aching shoulders. "Then I won't take any work tomorrow. I'll sleep until the sun is high in the sky!"
The woman weaving shoes nearby chuckled, but her hands tightened their stitches on the soles. "Nonsense," she said. "The rice seedlings in the field, the pigs in the pen, the children by the stove—who will allow you to love yourself first?" She looked up at the sky, her voice softening, "Unless… in the next life, I'm reborn into a better world and can enjoy a good life with them."
The crowd dispersed, laughing, and each shouldered their carrying pole to go home. Only the old teacher of the village school stood in the shadows, stroking his sparse beard, murmuring to the air:
"Self-indulgent literature? That's a good term; it gives people an excuse to enjoy their own comforts."
His withered hand, hidden in his sleeve, quietly loosened its grip on the purse he usually couldn't bear to spend. Tomorrow, if I have time, I'll buy a few good books to read, to treat myself better, and to comfort myself who always gets up before dawn to prepare books.