Tang Guoming, a famous writer who pioneered half-wayism, wrote a goose feather poem and said: The icy village rotates like a river in the night wind, and the sun, moon, mountains and rivers shake like you, and the twists and turns of the water muscles and jade bones
Tang Guoming, a famous writer who pioneered half-wayism, wrote goose feather poems and said: My ideal country is an article that has been passed down one after another
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(Reminder: After this text, you can learn about my published books and my thoughts, and find Cao Xueqin's writing after 80 episodes of "Dream of Red Mansions", as well as the goose feather poems, half-wayism, and poetic flow that I created.) ）
[Half-wayism is just like Tang Guoming, who advocated "thinking of danger and working hard, cultivating virtue and peace and the world", which originally published the mature part of the book "Zero Township" with "Goose Feather Poems" and "Soldiers Sticking to the Great Wall Fortress": not in the past, not in the present, not in the future, only on the way; Not elsewhere, not far away, only on the road; Not in my hometown, not in another country, only halfway at the moment. 】
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Scholars, poets, and wise men with goose feather style bones, fresh breeze and bright moon meat, idle clouds and flowing blood, and long wind and affection,
It is a collection of works by the famous writer Tang Guoming, who wrote Cao Xueqin after finding "Dream of Red Mansions" 80 times, and created goose feather poetry, half-wayism, and poetic flow
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I am the wind between heaven and earth that cannot be struck by thunder, burned by fire, and cannot be destroyed by wind and rain (excerpt) - excerpt from the famous writer Tang Guoming's poetic half-way novel "Zero Township"
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1. A hometown that is already a foreign country
"The world is a woman's underwear, and everyone wants to take it off with all their might"/"The sky is like a big bird, the wind blows in gusts, blows off its feathers, and spreads the winter earth white"/"I don't know when, my goose feather poems can float with the birds and the wind to the high mountains of Tibet, like the snow-capped mountains of Tibet, emitting a holy light like the snow-capped mountains, shining on those holy souls"/"The hut of my hometown is on the goose feather clouds, and my parents have bent the threshold, waiting for me to put this empty nest they guard, Fill in poetry and literature, and there is a distance"/"Even if my hometown is dilapidated, although the hillside is desolate, it is still the place where my parents took root and sprouted"
At that time, you were a bamboo in the mountains, and in a village called Cunwai, you were like a rice soaked in wine, and no one harvested rice was produced in the cement field/ You have too much history of blood and tears, and you are in a cup; Except for a slope of sunshine and a room of books, my body is as thin as a bamboo basket / You hold me in your arms like putting money into your body one by one, into the soil of the wheat field and the cemetery of the hill / You wander from bed to bed, from one body to another; Everything in the past wakes up like a dream, and your hometown is empty of a deserted hill
One after another is like a girl at this moment, holding me to grow up; Those villages, which have been far away for a long time, seem to be close to them; I stretched out my hand longer, and what I touched was nothing but dreams; I sit in an empty room, like a goose feather / The world puts me in heaven or on earth, I put the world in poetry with goose feather clouds; The world has placed me by the creek of the village, and I have put the world in the book and on the goose feather clouds; The world is the bed that I let roll over all my life, I am the goose feather clothes that the world wears on my body and can't take off/Living in this world called the village, I understand why I am different from others/For the life of free singing, I followed the poetry flocks of birds, carried a basket of knives and guns, killed the valley of death, and lived on the sunny slope; Even if no one understands me, I want to be like a king, and live until Chang'e takes me back to heaven
Carrying a hoe on his back, carrying an empty bamboo basket, the sun shines all over the hills/Like one bird after another, standing on every tree that can make him stand, making earth-shattering sounds/Like one goose feather after another, gathering on his own goose feather clouds, blowing to all directions with the strong wind/Like a Tibetan mastiff guarding his own plateau sunshine, guarding until I disappear in this world I have lived
"There is no such thing as uselessness, where does it come from! For the heaven and earth I hold onto, you can't walk in, I can't go out; I use the tree as a metaphor to tell you, my meaning and persistence"/"The wind is blowing, the rice waves are undulating, at any time, the earth is my throne; Every hill is the hand stretched out by the earth and the sky"/"I float here like a goose feather, I love the earth as I love myself, I have to try to get close to all that this world has with wealth"
As soon as I come to your night, you make an earth-shattering cry / Your night has two moons shining on your well / Flocks of night birds fly by, and your hands are like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, rolling through my earth
I rise and fall on the hill of life like the wind, I fly to the end like a flock of birds/Why should I become a lamp buried here/My head full of goose feathers flies out, I sit on the top of the mountain with white hair/The roaring earth grows, and the flowers are full of my mountain village/The surging Yellow River roars by, and the endless poetry of the Yangtze River flows/Everything is shattered into dirt, and I have nothing to give the earth
In the face of the people who do not seek the sky under the building of money, I sit in the mountains and forests with a chair / I am not the snow in the Himalayas, I am the spire of the pyramid / I am cultivating myself as the sun, so that the night can illuminate the moon in my hometown / The river has become my body, winding around one cloud after another
The bodies are lying one after another, and the 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers / Heads are built next to each other to protect the walls of the motherland / Blood is gathered little by little into a dream as high as the Yellow River and the Yangtze River/Himalayas, growing towards the sky
When the wind stops, it gathers again/gathers and forms and disperses into qi, coming and going without a trace/Everyone has such a self/To live seems to be to pass life to the future
Farewell to the village and the distance, farewell to the sun without body and head / The night gathers like a flock of birds in my poetry book, and I will go to the day, to cultivate food / Many years have passed, I have lived here in seclusion, and established my kingdom / I have risen in my own sky, and let the light fly up to the earth
"The surging Yellow River is undulating and undulating, my singing voice echoes around this land, and my wandering footsteps have trampled on the annals of history"/"The heads of the gods are rolling down the sky one after another, and my heads are rolling down the hills one after another, and the heads and heads are like surging rivers"/"The last piece of wheat in this village is growing, and the last terraced fields of this village are climbing on the sunny slope"/"You are like flowers blooming on the sludge, you are growing like weeds in the wind and rain, growing in the distance that belongs to you; The vast earth, where is there a bed where you can settle down, and settle down in your own budding goose feather thoughts"/"There is such a river, pulling the endless distance at one end, and the invisible homeland at the other; There is such a river, which never ceases to be like blood, carrying something for a people, and flowing in the mountains called far away."
"The birds soar from north to south, and the song that spills over the village is like the snow that covers the sky and rains down to the mountains and rivers; My ideal country is an article that has been passed down one by one"/"The wings of the birds are flapping, and the wind is blowing from the roof from west to east, they are like the surging Yellow River and the rolling Yangtze River from the sky, rotating into the barrel of my pen, and then one after another, flying down on my white poems, transmitting the sunshine that I hit on the sunny slope of the land, like an article that has been handed down one by one, writing paper to the future day and night, and growing to the future with time"/"For those who walk on the road, Hometown is a sun that can't realize its ambitions and ideals, and as soon as it gets close to it, I'm afraid of burning down the ideals I built in the sky"/"The earth is hurt by the sky, and my poems are as clean as a place where no one has ever been"/"Bamboo grows, grows on the mountains of my hometown, and where there is bamboo, it is the hometown where I was born"
2. A place that should be watched
The crows went mad, and burned and robbed every village of granaries, leaving the land with a desolation without the crowing of a rooster / Villages buried in the ground by artillery fire are like wheat sown and have begun to flourish again/ The land wounded by war has been placed in the library, in the blood-washed parchment
Walking, walking through the Yuelu Mountain Anti-Japanese War Memorial Tomb / The sky is as high as the profound literary page, only the birds on the horizon are reading/There is a book like a flock of birds, sometimes flying into the valley, sometimes flying into the sky/Whenever dusk, in the sound of crows, I walk through the cemetery piled up like terraces like reading a history of poetry
I was very small, as small as a piece of grass, and when I grew up, I was blown away by the mountain wind/I stuffed the pocket of my body with a grain of dust brought from my hometown/A countryman who should have lived in the village, but lived in a zero village without a village
I am like the wind, like a long wind, forever blowing a page up and down the boat, sailing to the endless vastness and the long and distant road / The earth is empty again, I don't know where to go, only a few sentences in all my poems, with me in the distant world / Although poetry cannot be eaten, the power given by poetry is enough to shape the kings who have ruled the empire for countless generations
The lights are flickering, the lights are too bright; I led a group of children under the green lamp, sitting on my throne / For an imagination, wandering on the temple made of clay and bricks / Like a magic lamp that never goes out, tired and lying on a hanging coffin in the depths of the sky of time
Even if he has a text that will last forever, the pricelessness of a writer is only to let generation after generation pay him the works he left / His works are like a house that we have moved around, and there will never be a door / Hometown will always be in his dreams, he will always be like a stranger who walks through this world / He is like a big tree, until his leaves become teardrops, drop by drop / Dead, lying on the earth, undulating mountains
Tao Yuanming, who resigned from the Wei and Jin dynasties, was hungry and full, Sima Qian was nowhere to be found after writing the "Historical Records" in prison, Cao Xueqin burst into tears and the Red Chamber made us unable to see his face clearly, Kafka wrote the transformation of the world in terror and lived a short life early, Van Gogh inserted sunflowers into an earthen vase to burn his life, and Haizi's poetry was in a hurry to commit suicide before it was completed/Endure the cruelty of reality one after another, write great works that achieve future wealth, and enrich generations of people whose souls are hungry
"The temple of poetry on high is forever empty; Sitting by Yunmeng Lake and talking to the swans, I live in seclusion on the sunny slope facing the sky"/"A flock of birds flies by one after another, and the flock of birds who go to read the book of the sky is not in a high place, but on the hillside"/"My hometown is always like a thin horse at the end of the world, and I am like a tired crow on the ancient road who is always flying"/"My palace is as endless as the sky, and my wealth is like endless time"/"If you live every day, you can exchange it for a poem and a column of poetry built by a line of goose feather poems; If I could, I could also plant the ink rice in the soil where the poems had been burned on the sunny slope."
The birds have returned, and the wind has plucked all the leaves and fruits; You are in the distance, on a snowy day, maybe we can still gather together in a village called Yunmeng Lake/The withered have withered, and the longing for spring has to wait for a long period in the house with a fire/At the foot of the mountain, you are still small; On a snowy winter night, as a poet, I will recite my poems, and brush every line of poetry with goose feathers on your flashing eyebrows / You are so small, so small that you only have a bosom to protect my poetic heart; From the day I am carried back to heaven by the god of poetry from your arms, you will guard me, and you can live for half a century of poetry
Rice grows on the earth for food and clothing, and my poems have become the lights in front of the eyes of generations of human beings / Swans have flown from my paper to the sky, to their homeland for the winter; At some point, the swans flew back to my paper from the sky, flapped their wings and wrote their swan song to the earth and the sky with a white quill tube/ The swans flew over the mountain beams and into the depths of time into the temple of God in such a constant beating; There is a lamp lit there, which illuminates the eyes of the swans, and illuminates the time when the countless swans in the books are put away / Once they spread their wings and fly, in the sound of the roar, pieces of white goose feathers fly out with the wind of the temple, fly away from here as their hometown, and fly to the empty distance as their hometown
Flocks of black birds flew across the sky, into the temple, into the night; The flock of black birds flew out of the night, into the day, into the book / I don't know how to keep them, they are always flying, their eyes become stars, they flap their wings into the night, they sing the lamp of every earth in the world with their silent mouths
The flock of birds flew into the night, into the village, and disappeared into the distance; I and the flocks of birds, blown by the wind in the desolation of a distant land, the place where I reigned/The flocks of birds flew past the setting sun, and the swans that flew through the night were like the moon in the sky, and their feathers became moonlight and hit the earth
A glass of wine is in the hometown, a glass of wine is in the distance, and two glasses of wine touch the moon in the sky; Far away in the sky, far away has become the moon in the sky / Gathered, around the table, around the chopsticks, around the bowl, around the moon-like village on the rice field; Alone, looking at the window and looking at the sky, sitting on this wall in the distance / Whether in the distance or in the hometown, at home or on the road, there is always a bright moon in the sky for you and me to look at; There is always a bright moon in the sky that emits light to illuminate the night of you and me/No matter where you and I go, whether you and I stay in the countryside or the village, there are always people who look at you and me as the moon tonight
Tonight's moon is love is the homeland, tonight's moon represents you and me/Tonight, I am the angel who transmits the soul, I fly over the roof of the earth like a wind with a flock of birds/Tonight, I have no love, I sit in my place, stick to my throne, and watch over the mountains and rivers of my homeland/Tonight, I am the goddess of moonlight, passing the spirit of rice and wheat in the forgotten granary of Eros
I wrote a goose feather poem on the piece of paper in the sky, and let the earth read it every night/I planted rice on the sky field, the wind blew the rice waves, and the rice waves rose and fell like clouds/The sky is a village, tonight is only me and Chang'e, tonight, I spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with Chang'e/There is no king and ruling system in the sky tonight, only a flickering Milky Way and undulating clouds like rice waves, only a group of swans called stars, giving birth to a common son called goose feather poems/The earth is happy, the sky is happy, tonight, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with Chang'e, and the full moon tonight is my hut with Chang'e
Tonight I am far from the earth, and hang in a distant place called the sky; Tonight, I am a moon, I am the king of the sky, like a tear frame hanging in the sky / Tonight, I am a moon, hanging on a wall called the sky in the distance; Tonight, I am the king of the sky / Tonight, I am in heaven with the wind, rumbling, and I will be a king of my own reign; Tonight, I unified the sky, and I had no wife but to embrace the moon
3. That's it
The horses of heaven are so lonely, they carry nothing, they carry nothing; It runs in the sky, it looks for the riders in the heavens / The horses in the heavens, it waits for the riders, the earth that has not yet given birth to genius, lets it wait in loneliness / Barrels hang under the belly of the horses; What is in the barrels, they hang under the belly of the horse; Barrels hung under the belly of the horse, the horse galloped by/Late at night in the grassland, the grassland was a light hanging in the sky, I seemed to see the horse with the barrel, it hung barrels countless in the universe
I beat the drums, I dance, I dance; I'm just beating this waist drum on the loess / Beating and beating, don't ask me what to express, I have pain in my heart that I can't express / Drum, the drum on my waist, the drum is my pain / I beat the drum is beating my pain; I beat my pain is beating my drum / I want to hang the drum of pain on my waist, beat desperately, beat desperately, beat out the rushing river
Every time I forget reality, words are boundless; I don't want to lower my waist in front of others; I bear the people of the world, and I bow my waist to myself/I go all the way, crying all the way, and the sky and the earth are silently making me die
Stand, stand on the earth, always stand on the distance; I've been standing there, I've been standing in, my own sky/People who go into the distance, they're drifting out of strings/On the blood-like road, they're going to the boundless, they're going to be incomparably wide, and they're becoming the ladder to the sky for all beings
The earth grows grass, silently, the sky is vast, and the flock of birds that fly forever has flown into the boundless empty / The sky is empty and there is nothing, like a man who has nothing in the sky, what does he need / Please cherish the near, the distance is an empty emptiness; The autumn leaves were raging in the boundless wind, and I proved myself in the form of weeds
The fire flickered and danced, and the glasses of wine like flowers were raised high in the sky / The wind blew and blew, and the grass withered and yellowed / Near and seemed to be near, and the oncoming storm had come to an end
"You sit in the dark night and are covered with dust, and I look at you under the lamp with tears like a yellowed book, shining myself with phosphorus fire in a happy world"/"You open the snow door, and through the window in silence, mourn those who go out and never return home"/"The icy village spins like a river in the night wind, and the sun, moon, mountains and rivers shake like you, and the twists and turns of water muscles and jade bones" / "The sky is clear, and a flock of birds flies by; The sky is so beautiful, my body is one, and I stand like a tree" / "I am the wind that blows into the distance, I am the wind that blows from afar; I come from the end of the heavens, and I blow to the ends of the heavens"/"I have left no wealth in this world, I have only written poetry in my world as white as paper"/"You can't see me, I'm in a darker place; I see you, you are a light hanging in the sky"/"Walking through autumn and walking through the seasons, walking through me, walking through you, walking through the earth, and finally what remains is a desolate distance"/"The wind blows thousands of miles, and thousands of lamps in the night are blown out by the wind"/"Everything is quiet, quiet as grass on a hill; Tomorrow's road is waiting for me to run to the sky."
The maple leaves are red, the snowflakes in winter have not yet bloomed, and the world will be dark when the sun sets/I am a lamp, I don't know when it will burn out, and I don't know when, illuminate the world/I am covered in fragrant dust on the road like strings, stepping on the sound of nature/You reflect me like porcelain, riding a horse through the top of the mountain where the wind has blown for thousands of years
So empty, the radiant blood on the earth turned into the sun/So empty, empty like a pale moon/Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are as wide as neon clothes, my thoughts of you are like burning grass in autumn/I am like a crystal clear teardrop, falling from the river of the sky, rolling out of the eye of the earth
I sit in the middle of the sky, I am as empty as the sky / The night sky tonight is like my empty room, and in the empty room is an empty bowl except for the lamp of the moon; It doesn't put anything, it has endless moonlight / And me, dangling in this empty bowl, dangling in this distant room, dangling in this homeless distance, dangling in this empty sky; Like a tear in the night, hanging in the night sky of tonight
I have a crown on my head, and a lifetime of talent pours out a thousand wisps of smoke and sorrow / A body like jade, and an empty dress; Three thousand miles of singing and dancing towers, become his dream song / talent is empty, the mountains and rivers of his life, one day, will torture me into, a pile of loess that no one looks at / I am gray-haired, boating on the river, and the wind is drifting by
My sky, my sky; The wind blows, the wind blows; Blowing up the sparkling fire in the sky, blowing my waves and clouds / My sky, my great sky, I put it in the middle of the earth, let it grow like a great tree boundlessly, let it gather all the wings of the world, let all the feathers flutter lightly in it; Let all the villages, and all the maidens, sit in the bosom of my sky; Let all the psalms and love fill all the emptiness; Let all the wheat and rice be harvested in my sky / I am the violinist of my sky, and I will pluck every string of my sky; Let all the water in my sky, fill each other with all the stones / My stormy sky, my flooded sky; I am the king of the sky, and the sun is my crown/My wife, who wears the moon on her head, sleeps with me in the bed of the sky/This is my sky, and this is all I have, such as the palace of five steps, one floor, ten steps, and one pavilion; It has collected the king's spirit of the world, and it has taken in all kinds of charms in the world / This is my sky, this is my dream; As long as my poetry does not die, as long as my poetry is passed down through the ages, as long as I fail to become a king; I will return with the mountains, and sing in unison to the empty valleys; I will rule with the river, the mountains and rivers of poetry under my sky / I would rather be poetic, I would rather the mighty wind strike my great heaven, to blow away the endless emptiness
I stand in the middle of the field, and in the center of the field is my village, and in the center of the field the wheat is growing, and the wheat is shining in the sky/My pain, ah, the pain is in the sky, and the pain is in the wheat of the world/The wheat is in the middle of the wheat, and I am well fed, and I write to the king in the distance, telling him that there is a piece of land, called the center of the field, and that is the only place in the world where there is no king
With the white handkerchief of the moon, with the red handkerchief of the sun, gently rub gently; The blood steamed buns made of life, on the white tablecloth of the earth, are like a bloody flower dedicated to the sky / facing the sky and the earth, facing the bloody dusk, welcoming the coming of every night / Thinking that countless people have turned into loess, their names are unknown, but their careers are immortal
The moon touches your delicate fingertips, sticks to your warm face like the moon year after year, and waits for you to come and meet me for the rest of my life/The whole world is illuminated by the wounds of the sun, and my feet are on the road illuminated by the sun; I don't know if I'm going to a distant place or going home, but I'm going to walk up the stone steps to a place higher than the sky
The sun walks alone in the sky, and guards the room in the sky alone, constantly burning into the distance / In which bed will your fragrant body be tonight, light the lamp that radiates to the sky
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Tang Guoming's calligraphy: goose feather post
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Half-wayism is both a philosophical thought and a literary concept. Its core concept is: we are all people on the way, and at this moment we are all a group of people on the road to "keep pace with the times, transform the real destiny, think of danger and work hard; Seeking truth from facts, recognizing the truth of the world, cultivating virtue and the world", to achieve oneself and the people of the world. Just as Tang Guoming, the founder of half-wayism, expressed in his original book "Zero Township", which was published in a mature part with "Goose Feather Poems" and "Soldiers Sticking to the Great Wall Fortress":
At this moment, everything is on the way, facing the fate of this moment; Our fate at the moment, even if it is difficult and dangerous, we must grasp one moment after another, in order to "keep pace with the times, transform the real destiny, think of danger and work hard; Seeking truth from facts, recognizing the truth of the world, cultivating virtue and the world", to achieve oneself and the world, to achieve oneself and the world, to achieve oneself and the world's longing return. Let yourself return to the world and return to the road of hard work. In the midst of countless uncertainties, return to the world that can be seen and touched.
In the ever-changing and uncertain world, we have no home, and we can only regard the world, the road, and the moment as our hometown and home. Only return to the world, return to the road, return to the moment, one after another to ride the wind and waves; One after another returns to the road and the world at this moment—to reach 1, to reach 2; Arrive at 2 o'clock, and then strive to arrive in 4 places, and create a cause that has been passed down through the ages. Jumping out of the cage that imprisons us one after another, breaking through one after another with the times, and approaching the goal bit by bit; Throw away the burdens of the past, present, and future, and break down an old world and create a new world one after another. One after another, in the midst of no return, to create a home for themselves.
A mature part of the original "Goose Feather Poem" and "Soldiers Sticking to the Great Wall Fortress", and then added, deleted and integrated the "Zero Township" epic.
A poetic encyclopedic autobiographical novel that integrates goose feather poetry, half-wayism, free ancient style poetry, red studies, and mathematical thinking.
A strange book that uses literary, philosophical, epic, prose essays, poetic flow novels, and encyclopedic autobiographical text forms to show the author's thoughts and experiences.
One is literature and philosophy, an epic and an encyclopedia, creating a half-way and poetic novel.
At this moment, the place where he returns is Zero Township, the famous writer Tang Guoming said this when introducing his book "Zero Township"——
"Zero Township" is a text that shows the reality of no return and expresses the spirit of constantly forging ahead and riding the wind and waves.
"Zero Township" is more like a face-to-face and cordial conversation with you in a variety of ways of non-fiction, cross-genre, autobiography, and encyclopedia; With the posture of "in order to let you know myself, I am telling you so repeatedly", he wrote a person with "goose feather style bones, fresh breeze and bright moon meat, idle clouds and flowing blood, and long wind and affection", in the passage of time, under various symphonies and intertwined soils, sometimes there is a sense of homelessness, and sometimes there is a sigh of "useless king" - through the description of this state, it reflects the kind of scene that is far away from hometown and has no sense of belonging, and returns to hometown only to find that hometown is no longer the scene of hometown, in the wandering like a dream, nowhere to pursue, nowhere to pursueOn the one hand, I restored and restored the rural homeland that I had lost and disappeared in the course of the times with memory words, on the one hand, I traced the roots of my spiritual homeland in the existing written monuments, and on the other hand, I found my spiritual journey to find my spiritual homeland in the spiritual wandering, and in my wandering, wandering, root-seeking, and memories in this process, I expressed a sense of rootlessness, indefiniteness, and helplessness as a human being who has entered the network-like drifting existence, and the strangeness of the rapidly changing world. The reality of Zero Township asks the world whether we are here for our dreams. Or is it empty because of confusion and illness? In the face of this unanswered puzzle, we can only continue to wander in the "zero township" reality where we have no return, and we have to continue to drift. So that every self with the same experience will forever become a history of "zero township" that has been transformed into "zero township", and has achieved the famous saying of "halfway philosopher" - we are neither in the past, nor in the present, nor in the future, we are only on the way, we are only at this moment, we have become us on the way, we have become us who have been "zero township". At the same time, this book also reveals how I archaeologically reproduced the text of Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" in a hundred times, wrote goose feather poems, and demonstrated Goldbach's conjecture and the 3x+1 conjecture, and how I became a halfway philosopher. More importantly, I wrote about how I went from the top of Niushan Mountain to the foot of Yuelu Mountain, how I interacted with hundreds of girls, and how I achieved dreams that others thought were impossible. What kind of spirit is supporting me? If you want to know more, please read my book "Zero Township".
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Tang Guoming published a book written by Cao Xueqin after 40 episodes of Cheng Gaoben's "Dream of Red Mansions" in 2016 and found a book written by Cao Xueqin after 80 episodes of "Dream of Red Mansions". Tang Guoming said: It makes no sense to continue to write "Dream of Red Mansions" for 10,000 years
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Tang Guoming said: There is no point in continuing to write "Dream of Red Mansions" for 10,000 years
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On the basis of the textual achievements made by his predecessors, Tang Guoming corrected the incomprehension in the first 80 texts, deleted the writing that was not Cao Xueqin in the 67th chapter, and reproduced the 80 chapters of Cao Xueqin's writing found in the last 40 chapters of Cheng Gaoben's "Dream of Red Mansions" in the way of archaeological restoration, infinitely and truly reproducing the 100 chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions" completed by Cao Xueqin during his lifetime. - "Reproducing Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions in a Hundred Times" (formerly known as "Tang Guoming's Archaeological Restoration of Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions").
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Who is Tang Guoming——
A person shouts out the dirty mud and sewage of the poetry altar with a surging momentum, and uses the power of the wind to send goose feathers into the air to bring poetry back to the height of the cold; A goose feather poet who does not lose his long-term feelings and has a goose feather style;
A free ancient poet who advocates removing the shackles of the frame and writing ancient poems in a natural and catchy way, with water flowing into a stream and clear water coming out of the dust;
A thunder can't move, the fire can't fall, the wind and rain don't collapse, and the mountain is on the road, knowing your reason and force, looking at my reason and force, combining the reason and power of all families, knowing and doing, and getting my reason and power to find Cao Xueqin's writing scholar after 80 times;
A bloodshed does not lose the long-term feelings, and the fire does not damage the goose feather demeanor; Investigate the gains and losses of heaven and earth, strengthen the heart of the world, have goose feather style bones, clear breeze and bright moon meat, idle clouds and flowing blood, and long wind and affection, with the mind of the world, for the benefit of all generations; "Keep pace with the times, recognize the truth of the world, think of danger and work hard; Seeking truth from facts, transforming the real destiny, and cultivating virtue and the world" feelings of literati and human intellectuals;
A "nothing to do go up the mountain to take the forest spring, white water as wine to the bright moon; Why do you need gold and silver for wealth, a bowl of idle rice is better than the gods", Mr. Rice;
A "rather learn from Xiang Yu to be himself, not to learn from the ancients to be an imperial slave; But there are disputes in the world, and only Yu Ji is the husband";
One starts from mathematics and physics, such as in the "Zero Township", holding "not in the past, not in the present, not in the future, only on the way; Not elsewhere, not far away, only on the road" the fate of philosophical thought trekter, literary persistent, ideological pioneer; a half-way philosopher and a poetic boy who resonates with the soul of the masses at any time;
A "would rather howl in the sky that fills the sky than be silent in the peaceful earth", "May it be a mountain, may it be flowing water, may it be the appearance of a clear wind and a bright moon; I don't want to be poor, I don't want to be luxurious, I just want to think about danger and work hard".
Speaking of which, Tang Guoming is a person with long wind feelings and goose feather style, goose feather style bones, clear breeze and bright moon meat, idle clouds and flowing blood, and long wind affection.
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The humanistic spirit of half-way embodied in Tang Guoming, as stated in Tang Guoming's famous poem "The Reader"——
Thunder does not fall, fire does not move, wind and rain do not fall, like the moon and breeze / Solar eclipse at any time, get up and live anywhere, write at will, such as idle clouds and flowing water
Turning a blind eye to the turbulent tide, ignoring and not hearing, bleeding without losing the feelings of the long wind / Living at the foot of the peaceful mountain, the poor are worry-free, the rich are not faulty, and the fire does not damage the goose feather demeanor
Keep pace with the times, recognize the truth of the world, think of danger and work hard/ Seek truth from facts, transform the real destiny, and cultivate virtue and the world
Read 10,000 books, study the changes of heaven and man, through the changes of the past and the present, the power of the rich world / travel thousands of miles, the principle of the poor world, become a family, and the heart of the world
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Tang Guoming, male, Han nationality, member of Hunan Writers Association; Scholars, poets, and wise men with goose feather style bones, fresh breeze and bright moon meat, idle clouds and flowing blood, and long wind and affection; A collection of writers, philosophers, and red scholars, a famous writer who has found Cao Xueqin's writing after 80 times, and created goose feather poetry, half-wayism, and poetic flow.
Since the publication of his works, he has published several articles in "Zhongshan", "Poetry Magazine", "Yalu River", "Yanhe", "Xinghuo" and other books and newspapers at home and abroad.
Since 2013, its ink "goose feather post" can be exchanged for 3,000 yuan.
In 2016, he published his famous work "Archaeological Restoration of Cao Wen after the Eighty Chapters of the Dream of the Red Chamber: Chapters 81 to 100", which was included in the bibliography of the Red Chamber of Red Studies from 2014 to 2016 by the Chinese Red Society in 2017.
In 2018, his autobiographical work "Demonstrating Goldbach's Conjecture 1+1 and 3x+1 in this way" won awards at the Shanghai Writers Association and East China Normal University.
In 2019, he published the half-way poetry collection "Goose Feather Poems", which has been an Internet celebrity so far.
Since 2013, Cao Xueqin's writing has been successively used by Hunan Satellite TV, Zhejiang Satellite TV, Beijing Satellite TV, Guizhou Satellite TV, Liaoning Satellite TV, Hubei Satellite TV, Anhui Satellite TV, Southern Satellite TV and other TV stations through the TV programs "China Dream Show", "Wonderful Chinese Characters", "Favorite is China" and "Say If You Have Something to Say...... It has been fully displayed and reported, and has been reported by countless newspapers and networks in the United States and at home and abroad.
In 2017, he demonstrated the world's mathematical problem "Goldbach's conjecture 1+1" and the world's mathematical problem "3x+1" conjecture, and discovered the formula of the law of all things from "3x+1", and obtained the "halfway" philosophy by demonstrating "1+1" and "3x+1"......
In April 2018, he completed "Reproducing Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions" (formerly known as "Tang Guoming's Archaeological Restoration of Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions").
In April 2019, the bimonthly magazine "Taihu" magazine in Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province published Tang Guoming's original pioneering work "Soldiers Sticking to the Great Wall Fortress" in the half-way literary exploration of "poetic flow novels".
In June 2020, he completed the half-way exploration novel "Goose Feather Novel" "Zero Township".
What is Tang Guoming's "goose feather novel", as the writer Tang Guoming himself said-
The goose feather novel is to absorb the creative technique of the poem and the spirit is scattered, just like the goose feather is separated from the swan and flies around in the wind, and the goose feather is still the goose feather on the swan.
On October 29 and October 30, 2020, Tang Guoming was on the hot search for two consecutive days because of the Weibo news topic #Man who has lived in a snail for 20 years and wants to restore the Dream of Red Mansions#, becoming a popular figure of "hundreds of millions of traffic" on the Internet.
From October 9 to October 15, 2021, Tang Guoming was hotly searched on the whole network for the news topic #Men's Snail Rental House 21 Years Restoration of Dream of Red Mansions#.
In April 2022, Tang Guoming published an intergenre-style novel that has been painstakingly trying to explain the philosophy of half-way in a literary way, an encyclopedic epic poem "Soldiers Sticking to the Great Wall Fortress", which integrates poetry, literature, history, mathematics and philosophy, and creates a "poetic flow".
On April 8, 2022, Zhengguan News released news about Tang Guoming on the whole network "A Man in Hunan Lives in a Snail for 22 Years to Restore the Dream of Red Mansions", reporting that Tang Guoming created half-way doctrine and goose feather poems.
From April 9 to 11, 2022, The Paper released a hot search on Tang Guoming's #man who has lived in the house for 22 years and reproduced the Dream of Red Mansions 80 times, Cao Xueqin's writing#News in Changsha City.
In May 2023, he wrote about Tang Guoming's dream of chasing his dreams, "The daily cost of 8 square meters of snail dwelling does not exceed 10 yuan, and he is trapped in the "red dream"", which ranked second on the surging mirror list in May.
On November 8, 2023, the WeChat public account "The famous writer Tang Guoming actually lived with hundreds of girls in the courtyard of Xiangyangpo at the foot of Yuelu Mountain in 13 years" on the article "100,000+".
In November 2023, Tang Guoming published a 10,000-character essay "Facts are Like Iron," "Facts Like Iron," in the 50th issue of the 2023 winter issue of Poyang Lake Literary Research, a magazine sponsored by the Jiangxi Poyang Lake Literature Research Association and with a national regular issue<红楼梦>Present. In this article, Tang Guoming laid out the fact that he found Cheng Gaoben's "Dream of Red Mansions" 20 times in Cao Xueqin's writing 20 times; Starting from the law of text creation, it is fully explained that the whole book of "Dream of Red Mansions" was completed by Cao Xueqin during her lifetime. At the same time, the plot development of "Dream of Red Mansions" is listed on the basis of facts, the story logic of the final fate of Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, and Xue Baochai, as well as the existing errors and inconsistencies due to transcription in the first 80 episodes. In addition, Tang Guoming also speculated on the possible identity and family status of the author Cao Xueqin under the pressure of the "literary prison" at that time, as well as the real purpose of Cao Xueqin's writing of this book in the prosperous era.
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Tang Guoming's achievements in mathematics and "half-way philosophy" in the process of arguing Goldbach's conjecture "1+1" and the world's mathematical problem "3x+1"Abstract:
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1、“1+1”：
No matter how big a prime number is, except for prime numbers 2 and 5, its single digit is always 1, 3, 7, 9; no matter how large the even number, its single digit is always 0, 2, 4, 6, 8, "any even number divided by 2" plus or subtract the same positive integer, you can get two prime numbers and odd numbers equal to this even number; And the two unequal prime numbers and odd numbers are distributed in the interval on both sides of the "even number divided by 2", and the difference between them is equal. This theory is valid in the known even prime intervals, and in the face of endless unknowns, we can only recognize this theory in the advanced verification of counting the number of intervals in one interval, so Goldbach's conjecture is the general formula of "1+1":
t=[(t÷2)-q]+[(t÷2)+q]
(Except for prime numbers 2 and 5, the number range of prime single digits can only be cyclically taken in 1, 3, 7, and 9.) ）
2. "3x+1" and the law of universal change, and universal beings are always on the way:
Use the odd number with a single digit of 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, multiplied by 3 plus 1, it will be incremented to an even number with a single digit of 0, 2, 4, 6, 8, and we call this operation rule of increasing from odd to even number "odd increment to even", and then divide it by 2 consecutive times to this even number is odd, and we call this operation rule of decreasing from even to odd number "even decreasing to odd"...... Any positive integer greater than zero, through continuous such operations, such as the infinite number of everything, is always in the "3x+1" conjecture through the principle of "odd change increasing to even" and "even change decreasing to odd" on the way to 4, 2, and 1......