Chapter 218 Mr. Shao Yong’s Plum Blossom Poems

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I said admiringly that Mr. Shao Yong is so amazing. Uncle, please tell me again, I still want to hear it!

Uncle Zhang Qingfang then said that Mr. Shao Yong had divined that a vase in his house would be broken at noon on a certain day of a certain month. He was also surprised because the vase looked good, how could it be broken? So on that day, Mr. Shao Yong put the vase peacefully in the middle of the table, and sat at the table to watch how the vase was broken. At noon, Mr. Shao Yong's wife prepared the rice and called him.After dinner, he ignored him after calling him several times. When his wife saw him silently, she kept staring at a bottle in a daze, as if she was joking with him. Mr. Shao Yong's wife took a feather duster and knocked on the vase. As a result, the vase was really broken and split at noon that day. Mr. Shao Yong suddenly realized that a person's subjective wishes could also affect the objective world around him. So Mr. Shao Yong's cultivation level has reached a new level since then!

My eyes are so bright that I can even count as Ah. Is there any more? I want to hear it!

Uncle Zhang Qingfang continued to say that today, not many people are familiar with Shao Yong and his works, but some of his famous sayings are still circulating among the people, such as what people often say: The plan for a year is spring, the plan for a day is morning, and the plan for a lifetime is diligence.

It is from Mr. Shao Yong, a genius who met the predecessor, made accurate predictions about the historical development of later generations. His work, "Plum Blossom Poem", predicted the major historical evolution that took place in China after him. Of course, like all prophecies, he used very obscure language, which was not easy to understand. Some parts were not easy to understand if they were not those who knew Taoism and practice!

I asked my uncle what "Plum Blossom Poem" is so powerful that it can predict the thousand-year evolution of Chinese history. Tell me about it, uncle!

Uncle Zhang Qingfang nodded Xiaolong, you are really a talented child. I will tell you carefully today, and analyze all the ten plum blossom poems by Mr. Shao Yong. These ten plum blossom poems are as follows: The first one is to sway the sky gate and bloom forever. How many people return and come. Although the mountains and rivers are not perfect, I don’t believe that gold is a disaster. The second one is a dream in the lake and mountains. I see the cloud dragon flying north again. Three hundred years have passed. The sky and clear water have been sighing. The third one is multiplied by heaven and earth. Suddenly, Jiazi is rising again. The years are two or eight, and the world is changing. I don’t say anything. After all, heroes have become common clothes, and the rich are not the old yellow valley. [Flying to the sky and the sky are common, it is no longer the same when the spring is blooming. The fifth oneThe Hu'er rides a horse to Chang'an, opens up the sea of ​​the Central Plains, and opens up a wide range of the sea. The flood suddenly rises, and the clear light should look at Hanzhong; the sixth poem is the Han sky, the white Han River autumn, the haggard yellow flowers are always sad, and the auspicious stars are half a liter of the skipper, and the golden crows rise to destroy the sea and the mountain; the seventh poem is the clouds and mists are vast for one day, but beacons are rising from the northwest, and thugs come from the east and thieves come from the west, and there are still Hu'er in front of you; the eighth poem is like a chess world, and the world is in the beginning, and the mutual assistance is in harmony but the great disaster, and the leopard dies and leaves a skin, the best autumn color is in Chang'an; the ninth poem is the fire dragon hibernates the autumn of the Yàn gate, and the original wall is difficult for Zhao to collect, and the strange flowers in the courtyard have a master, and there is no need to worry about the wind and rain in the night; the tenth poem is the plum blossoms, the sky and the earth are spring, and I want to peel back and ask the cause, and there is a day in the world, and the world is the master of the family, and who is the master of the family!

I saw that Uncle Zhang Qingfang was so familiar with these plum blossom poems, but I was confused and said, "Uncle, tell me what these ten plum blossom poems mean. I don't understand at all, Uncle!