I opened the Ming Dynasty

The gaze of Emperor Zhenwu was still as deep as the mysterious black hole in the universe, as if it could penetrate endless time and space, and even the folds of time and space could not escape his eyes.

He looked at his daughter Shuiying, his eyes like an ancient wise man examining everything in the world, and slowly said: "My daughter, what I want to talk to you about this time is Yu Qiuyu.

His two representative works, Cultural Journey and Notes from a Mountain Dwelling, are literary treasures, like two rare and magical planets in the universe, emitting charming light and fascinated countless people. "

Emperor Zhenwu raised his chin slightly, his expression full of admiration for Yu Qiuyu and his works, like an explorer who had discovered a cosmic treasure and was showing off his achievements.

“Let’s talk about “Cultural Journey” first. It is like a key as magical as a cosmic magic wand. With a slight turn, it opens the door for people to explore history and culture in depth.

Yu Qiuyu depicts the vicissitudes and splendor of ancient civilization with brushstrokes as delicate as the softest nebula material in the universe and as profound as the gravity of a black hole in the universe.

He is like a mysterious traveler traveling through time and space. Every step he takes as he passes through historical sites is like a conversation with the ancients that transcends time and space. Those stories that have been buried by the years like the remains of ancient planets in the universe have been unearthed by him one by one.

His words are full of power, a power as great as the Big Bang, which can make readers feel as if they are riding on a time-space spaceship, personally experiencing the weight of history and the charm of culture.

Each article is like a pearl as bright as a supernova in the universe, connecting the magnificent picture scroll of Chinese culture, which, when unfolded, is as magnificent as a panoramic view of the universe. "

The Great Emperor Zhenwu became more and more excited as he spoke, and his hands kept gesturing, as if he was conducting a cosmic symphony.

“Looking at the Notes from a Mountain Retreat, it is even more unique, like a unique mysterious garden in the universe.

In this book, Yu Qiuyu lives in seclusion in the mountains, which are like a quiet corner in the universe. He thinks about life and culture with a mind as quiet as the vacuum of the universe.

His reflections on history and insights into human nature are vividly displayed between the lines, as clearly visible as rays in the universe.

This book is like a treasure house of wisdom, filled with the mysteries of the universe, which allows people to constantly gain enlightenment while reading. That enlightenment is like a navigation signal in the universe, guiding people to understand the true meaning of life and the value of culture.

With these two works, Yu Qiuyu has become a legend in the literary world. His achievements are admirable and shine like a superstar in the universe. "

The echo of Zhenwu Emperor's praise for Yu Qiuyu has not yet faded, and the voice is still echoing in the air, like an aftermath in the universe.

However, the Mizukage could no longer hold back, like a small ignited universe, ready to embark on her unique journey of refutation that was like a cosmic adventure.

After listening to the "speech" of his father, Emperor Zhenwu, Mizukage frowned slightly, his brows were as furrowed as two fighting nebulae in the universe, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, which was as sharp as cosmic rays.

"Father, look at Yu Qiuyu, whom you admire. Take his Cultural Journey, for example. Although it has certain value, he is just wandering on the surface of history, like a small meteor passing lightly on the surface of a planet in the universe. He has not really gone deep into the lives of the grassroots people to experience the roots of culture.

Think about it, true culture comes from life and is rooted in the people, just like the energy in the universe comes from the core of each planet.

But what about Yu Qiuyu? He has never dug manure, so how can he understand the true meaning of life behind the smell of shit and the stench of farts?

Think about it, although the job of collecting excrement sounds unsightly, like an ugly asteroid in the universe, it is one of the most realistic portrayals of the lives of the working people.

The pungent smell is like the smelliest gas in the universe, and the heavy labor is like moving a huge planet in the universe. This is the true form of life.

But Yu Qiuyu, who is immersed in his literary world all day long, is like a prince hiding in a luxurious palace in the universe. How could he have experienced the hardships of being down to earth? Such hardships are as hard as those of workers digging in the universe. "

The Mizukage crossed his arms in front of his chest, shook his head slightly and said, "He seems to be floating in the clouds, without any touch of the world, like a disembodied cosmic ghost.

Only those who have truly dug out feces can understand how difficult life is, just as only those who have personally mined cosmic energy know the hardships involved and know how to cherish every bit of cleanliness and tidiness, which is like the pure energy in the universe.

Yu Qiuyu has not experienced these things, so his works lack the heaviness of earth and the reality of life, like a beautiful but empty planet in the universe.

No matter how beautiful his writing is, it is nothing but a castle in the air, without a foundation, like a magnificent castle floating in the universe, which looks magnificent but will collapse if pushed."

Mizukage pursed his lips and continued, "Let's talk about farming.

Yu Qiuyu had never farmed and had no idea how hard the farmers worked in the fields.

Working under the scorching sun is as hard as working on the surface of the sun in the universe. Guarding in the wind and rain is as difficult as guarding the most precious treasure in the universe. This is the most simple expression of life.

He didn't know how much sweat and effort it took to grow a seed from planting to harvesting. This sweat and effort were as precious as the materials that form planets in the universe.

He did not understand the farmers' deep affection for the land and their desire for a good harvest, which was like the cosmic creatures' yearning for the source of life.

His works lack the power and warmth from the earth, just like a cold planet in the universe, without vitality. "

Mizukage frowned and continued, "How can a person who has never farmed appreciate the gifts of nature and the miracle of life?

He is like a blind man who has never seen the beauty of the universe.

He can only talk big in his study, just like bragging in a small closed space in the universe, but he doesn't know that real life is nurtured on those fertile lands, which are like magical planets in the universe that give birth to life.

His literature lacks the soul that connects to the land, like a cosmic machine without a soul.

Shuiying was excited when he spoke, his eyes twinkling like two shining stars in the universe: "Take Yu Qiuyu's "Boundless Traveler" for example.

Although he is called a traveler, has Yu Qiuyu really hiked like a real traveler?

Obviously not. In this book, he seems to be describing different regions and cultures, but it is just a picture woven by his imagination and memory while sitting in his study, which is as comfortable as the cockpit of a spaceship, just like a false picture pieced together with the phantom light in the universe.

Mizukage raised his chin slightly and continued, "Real hiking is to measure every inch of the earth with your feet, just like using a space probe to explore every planet, feeling the challenges brought by the rugged mountain roads, which are like crossing dangerous wormholes in the universe, and experiencing the perseverance under the scorching sun and heavy rain, which is like the tenacious flight of a spacecraft in a harsh environment.

The scenery along the way is so magnificent and delicate that you can only see it with your own eyes. It cannot be presented by piling up words, just like the beauty of the universe cannot be described by imagination.

The people and things along the way are real encounters and exchanges, with warmth and emotion, which can never be imagined out of thin air, just like the encounters of life in the universe are real and full of miracles.

But in "Boundless Traveler", Yu Qiuyu only used words as gorgeous as the most gorgeous nebula in the universe to outline those scenes that he had never experienced in person, which seemed so hypocritical, like a cosmic clown wearing gorgeous clothes but without substance. "

Mizukage crossed his arms and shook his head slightly, saying, “Those ancient cities and mysterious ruins he wrote about seemed to be just to satisfy readers’ fantasies about distant places, just like satisfying people’s curiosity about unknown planets in the universe, but lacking the deep understanding that real hikers have, which is like a cosmic explorer’s in-depth understanding of the planets.

Without sweating during the long journey, just like without consuming energy in space travel, without sharpening the soul in fatigue and loneliness, just like without looking for light in the darkness of the universe, how can he understand the traveler's tenacity and open-mindedness?

His writings seem majestic, but in fact they are empty, like a body without a soul, like a huge but lifeless planet in the universe.

Mizukage pursed his lips and continued, “A true hike will teach people to be strong in the face of wind and rain, and to find hope in adversity, just like finding life in the midst of a cosmic disaster.

Every step forward is a challenge and transcendence to oneself, just like every breakthrough in the universe is a sublimation of oneself.

And what did Yu Qiuyu do in "Boundless Traveler"?

Humph! He was just wandering around on that thin piece of paper like a headless fly.

His so-called "travel" is like a timid guy who dares not even leave his home, but holds a map of the universe and daydreams about traveling between various mysterious planets. But in reality, his feet have never touched a bit of dust, let alone experiencing real difficulties and obstacles.

He was like some ridiculous cosmic clown, sitting in his ridiculously comfortable study, drinking tea and making up stories on paper.

Where is the authenticity of hiking in what he wrote?

Real hiking means walking one step at a time on a rugged mountain road. Every step you take may cause you to step on loose rocks and fall flat on your face. Every step you take is against the gravity of the earth, just like fighting against the powerful suction of a mysterious planet in the universe.

Travelers' shoes will be worn out, blisters will form on the soles of their feet, and their clothes will be soaked with sweat. These are all marks of real travel.

But what about Yu Qiuyu? He knows nothing! His works lack these vivid elements. They are like an empty shell without a soul, just a bunch of lifeless words pretending to be something.

There is no vitality in his works!

Real hiking is full of unknowns and challenges. You may encounter sudden rainstorms in the wilderness, and the raindrops are as big as meteorites from the universe hitting you, making you instantly soaked. You may lose your way in the deep mountains and forests, and the trees around you all look the same, like replica planets in the universe, making it difficult for you to tell the directions. The fear and confusion are deep in your bones.

In this process, you will meet all kinds of people and things, there are kind villagers who will show you the way, there are fellow travel companions who will share dry food with you, these emotional collisions between people are the most precious part of the trip.

But what about Yu Qiuyu? There is none of this in his works. He is like an indifferent spectator of the universe, only using some gorgeous but empty words to pile up the so-called "beautiful scenery" and "adventures". But to those who have really experienced traveling, these are just children's graffiti, childish and ridiculous.

To put it bluntly, his "Boundless Traveler" is a complete word game of whining.

Just like those light and shadow shows in the universe that look gorgeous but have no practical meaning, they just flash by and leave no deep impression.

All those ancient cities and mysterious ruins he wrote about in his book were just made up by him while he was sitting there.

He had never personally felt the historical atmosphere emanating from those ancient stones, had never brushed shoulders with local residents on the narrow streets, and had never felt the vicissitudes of time and the greatness of human civilization in the ancient ruins.

What he wrote is like bubbles, which burst at the slightest touch and have no value at all!

He thought he could deceive readers with those fancy words and make them think he was an amazing traveler. How naive he was!

His behavior is like that of a liar, who cheats people in the universe under the guise of a traveler. It is really despicable!

The Mizukage frowned and said seriously: "Father, look at those real hikers. They interpret their love and exploration of the world with their actions, just like warriors in the universe exploring the mysteries of the universe.

Their stories are filled with sweat and tears, laughter and touching moments, just like the energy fluctuations in the universe.

And what about Yu Qiuyu? He just hid in his study, using his imagination to construct a false world of travelers, just like using virtual images to create a fake planet in the universe.

His "Boundless Traveler" is nothing more than a product of his self-indulgence, and it cannot touch people's hearts at all, just like the illusory light in the universe cannot bring people real warmth. "

The Mizukage put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "Father, look at those real workers, the night soil collectors, farmers, and hikers.

They use their own hands and feet to write the legend of life, just like the heroes in the universe write the history of the universe.

Their experiences and their stories are the most worthy literary materials to be written about, just like the most exciting adventure stories in the universe.

But Yu Qiuyu is far away from real life and only talks to himself in his own literary ivory tower, like a weirdo who fantasizes alone on an isolated island in the universe.

His works are nothing but a collection of flashy words without any real vitality, just like dead matter without energy in the universe. "

Shuiying glanced at Emperor Zhenwu, a sly look flashed in his eyes, like a mischievous meteor in the universe, and then said: "Father, you admire Yu Qiuyu so much, but his shortcomings in these aspects are really hard to ignore.

He should put aside his literary airs, dig some manure, plant some crops, and go on a real hiking trip.

Only in this way can he truly understand life and write works that are flesh and blood and touching.

Just like only by truly experiencing the wonders of the universe can one paint a true picture of the universe.

I believe that a true literati should go deep into life and experience different kinds of life, just like a cosmic explorer exploring different planets.

Only in this way can his works truly touch people's hearts and have eternal value, just like the classic stories in the universe that are passed down forever.

Yu Qiuyu's shortcomings in these aspects are his fatal flaws. I would rather appreciate the real literature from the bottom of life than be fooled by his flashy words, just like I would rather explore the real universe than indulge in the false cosmic illusions! "