poor little understand

Many people have extraordinary persistence in what they like, Lin Muting's face is getting more and more confused, "But truth is what textbooks should teach the next generation, isn't it?"

"Oh." Lin Junchuo chuckled, and asked an irrelevant question, "Muting, why do you think the Ming Dynasty fell?"

There is a standardized answer to this question, and it is very easy to answer. Lin Muting said without thinking, "The peasant uprising that died in the late Ming Dynasty entered the customs with the Qing soldiers."

"According to current estimates, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the population of the Manchu and Qing clans was no more than 70 at most, while the population of the Ming Dynasty exceeded [-] million at that time," Lin Junchuo joked. Flooded, right?"

Lin Muting didn't know how to answer Lin Junchuo's words.

In his short 16 years of life, for courses such as history and politics, what they learned from teachers and textbooks was to memorize everything in the textbooks and learn answering skills.What is not written in the textbook is useless to them.

Teachers can't tell, they can't read, and parents can't teach.

History books will not tell how many people the Manchus had at that time, how many troops there were, what kind of equipment they had, nor how many people there were in the Ming Dynasty at that time, and what the entry of the Manchus into the customs meant to the Ming Dynasty.

Huaguo's exam-oriented education does not guide students to think critically about what they have learned, let alone form a scientific view of history and the world.

"But" Lin Muting was a little embarrassed, and carefully looked at Lin Junchuo, who looked normal, "I also find it very strange. It is written in the history books that there was a peasant uprising in the Ming Dynasty. Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were both great heroes and outstanding generals. Why? They all lost to the Qing Dynasty in the end?"

"no no."

Lin Junchuo stood in front of the gate of Yueyue Cave and shook his head, "Muting, you have to think for yourself, the number of peasant uprisings in the late Ming Dynasty was so large and the momentum was so great, did they really die from the Qing soldiers?"

He pointed at the Moon Cave Gate in front of him, and a slight smile appeared on Qingjuan's face, "For example, tell me about this garden, what is so special about this Moon Cave Gate?"

Lin Muting was still engrossed in the last question, so Lin Junchuo might as well stop talking suddenly, and was taken aback for a moment, "Sir?"

"You like gardens. Do you know anything about classical gardens in Huaguo, such as this moon gate?" Lin Junchuo repeated it patiently, and raised his eyebrows to look at the handsome young man in front of him.

Boys who haven't grown up always have some strange sense of superiority about the things they like, as if they are always higher than others.Lin Muting, a 16-year-old child, not only does not have any pride, but also extremely lacks self-confidence in himself, and has never affirmed anything about himself.

Such a temperament, if it is a child who grew up in an orphanage or a family where the parents are absent, it is understandable, but why does it appear in Lin Muting?

Lin Muting went to Tsinghua University to listen to the lectures of the Department of Architecture. When he talked about his favorite things, his eyes were shining. , The so-called change of scenery. For example, this moon cave gate, one side is a bamboo forest and a rockery, and the other side is a brocade of flowers, as if walking into another world."

He pointed to the ground again, "The floor here is made of cobblestones and diamond-shaped bricks, while the floor over there is square. There is also a stream sandwiched between the bamboo forest and the garden, and there is a stone bridge on it. It combines the beauty of the artistic conception of subtle changes and subtle rhymes."

The spring breeze was blowing, and the bamboo leaves rustled, bringing a scent mixed with peach blossoms and cherry blossoms. The sun shone unevenly through the bamboo forest on the boy's body.

This scene seems to have returned to the ancient times, when the ancients went out together in groups of threes and gardens, reciting poems and painting together.

Lin Junchuo looked at the young man's face covered with golden rims by the sun, and seemed to feel that this moment had happened before, and there was always a feeling of deja vu.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Lin Muting came back from the Moon Cave Gate, "Sir?"

Could it be that he said something wrong, or something wrong?

"Know it, know why." Lin Junchuo came back to his senses, stepped forward and continued to walk, "Many people like the Moon Cave Gate, but they don't know that the Moon Cave Gate needs to pay attention to so many things in order to use it in the garden. Exquisite. The Ming Dynasty died when the Qing soldiers entered the customs. It is pure nonsense, but you have to know how the people's uprising in the Ming Dynasty came about, how it went, and how it went away.

"When you deal with a matter, a historical event, you need to have a process of independent thinking and speculation."

Lin Muting was thoughtful, "So Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong are not the outstanding peasant uprising leaders written in textbooks?"

"You can check it yourself." Lin Junchuo suggested to him with great interest.

Lin Mingcheng was afraid that Lin Muting would waste his studies by playing with his computer and mobile phone, so the mobile phone he was given was the most basic mobile phone that could only make calls and send text messages.Now Lin Muting wants to check anything, but he can only use the computer after returning to the room, and now he can only do it in a hurry.

Lin Junchuo obviously knew this too, Lin Muting was speechless by Lin Junchuo's words, and glared at him, "Sir, how could you do this!"

Lin Junchuo patted his head with a smile, "We are playing in the garden now, not the time to play with mobile phones and computers."

"You can't just say half of it, it's tempting." Lin Muting pouted slightly, and said in a complaining tone, "Just tell me..."

While saying this, he unconsciously followed Lin Junchuo through the Moon Cave Gate, across the stone bridge, and arrived at the Peony Pavilion.

If you don't go to the garden, how do you know what spring looks like?

The colorful crown world ink jade, the green dragon lying in the ink pool, the snow reflecting peach blossoms, the water chestnut flowers revealing the dew, the oolong holding the flowers, and the brocade hibiscus and peonies of various colors bloom one after another, as if all the magnificent colors and beauties in the world are gathered in this area In the peony garden.

The warm sun in spring, in this country, is dyed with the fragrance of flowers.

Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, Yunxia Cuixuan, when the flowers bloom, the shredded tobacco is drunk and soft.

He looked at Lin Junchuo standing in the peony bushes, who was peaceful and independent, as solemn as the wind under the pine tree, tall and seductive, and suddenly wished that this moment could stop forever, just at this moment.

Good day, beautiful scenery, pleasing to the eye, pleasure, sweetheart.

"Sir, I think that stone bridge just now is very suitable for the artistic conception of a poem." Lin Muting raised his head and spoke suddenly.

Lin Junchuo asked with a smile, "Huh?"

In the Jinping time, among the gold and powder in the gallery, the young man clenched his hands as if desperately trying to put everything in his hands, his eyes shone with an astonishingly bright light, and the unique clear and beautiful voice of the young man came, "I would like to be transformed into a stone!" The bridge has been blown by the wind for 500 years, exposed to the sun for 500 years, and rained for 500 years, just ask him to walk across the bridge."