Travels of Lao Can reveals the fatuity and cruelty of officials at that time, reflects the darkness of society and the suffering of the people, and also shows the author's political attitude of opposing the revolutionary movement and advocating reform and strengthening the country through science.
Listening to Books in Minghuju is a scene in which Lao Can came to Jinan (now Jinan, Shandong Province), stayed in Gaosheng Store, and listened to white cows and black cows telling books in Minghuju.
12: 30, from the curtain behind the stage, a man appeared: wearing a long blue gown, with a pimple on his face, which looked like dried tangerine peel, but his smell was still there. He walked out of the table without saying a word and sat in a chair on the left behind half a table. I slowly took three black songs, reconciled the chords casually, and played one or two minor tunes, which people didn't pay much attention to. Later, I played a major and didn't know what brand it was called. Only in the end, all the fingers are used, cadence, itching, as if dozens of strings, hundreds of fingers playing there. At this time, the audience cheered, but they couldn't suppress Black Boy. As soon as the song was played, they stopped and someone brought tea. Stopped for a few minutes, a girl of about 16 or 17 years old, with a duck egg face, a bun, a pair of silver earrings, a blue cloth coat and a pair of blue cloth pants, all rolled with black cloth. Although it is coarse clothes, it is very clean. Come to the chair on the right behind half a desk and sit down. The player who plays the black boy picks up the black boy and hits the cymbals. The girl stood up, took the pear flower slips in her left hand, sandwiched between her fingers, and secretly knocked, corresponding to the voice of Heizai; Holding a drum hammer in his right hand, he listened attentively to the rhythm of Black Boy. Suddenly the drums break, the sound bursts, the words sound crisp, and the sound turns around, such as the new warbler coming out of the valley and the milk swallow returning to the nest, with seven sentences per sentence and dozens of sentences per paragraph, either slow or urgent, high or low; Among them, where the adjustment is made, there is no shortage of changes. I feel that all the songs are out of tune, thinking that I have finished watching them. There are two people sitting next to him. One of them asked humanity in a low voice, "This must be a white cow?" One of them said, "No, this person is called Black Girl, and she is the sister of White Girl. His timbre was taught by Bai Niu. If he is better than Bai Niu, I don't know how far he is from it! His benefits can be said, but the benefits of the white girl cannot be said; His benefits can be learned, but the benefits of white girls cannot be learned. Think about it, in recent years, who is so stubborn and doesn't learn their tune? Even the girls in the kiln, everyone learns, and at most, they talk about black girls in one or two sentences. If the benefits of white cattle are said, no one can compare with him. " While speaking, Black Sister finished singing early and walked behind. At this time, people in the garden were talking and laughing. Selling melon seeds, peanuts, hawthorn and walnuts, shouting and selling, the whole garden is full of voices. In all the excitement, I saw another girl in the background, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing the same clothes as the previous one. She has an oval face and a white face, but her appearance is just a middleman. She only felt beautiful but not flattering, clear and cold, came out with her head half down, stood behind a table and a half, and simply said a few words about pear flowers. Strangely enough, all she has in her hand are two hard pieces of iron. Then he tapped the drum hammer twice, and Fang looked up at the audience. Those eyes, such as autumn water, such as cold stars, such as orbs, such as white mercury, contain two black mercury. I looked around, and even people sitting in the distant corner felt that Wang Xiaoyu saw me; The one sitting very close, not to mention. At this sight, the whole garden was quiet, much quieter than when the emperor came out, and even a needle could be heard falling to the ground! Wang Xiaoyu opened his lips, bared his teeth and sang a few words. At first, the sound was not very loud, but I felt an indescribable wonder: in my internal organs, it was like a piece of iron, everywhere; Thirty-six thousand pores are like eating ginseng fruit, and no pore is not carefree. After singing a dozen words, I gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a gyro, like a steel rope thrown into the sky, and could not help secretly exclaiming. Knowing that you are in that extremely high place, you can still turn around. After several times, it went up a layer, three or four times in succession, one after another. This is like climbing Mount Tai from the west of Ole Peak: at first glance, Ole Peak cuts the wall dry and thinks that heaven is connected with heaven; When I turned to the top of Zuolai Mountain, I saw Fan Cliff on the top of Zuolai Mountain. When I turned to Fanya, I found a worse door on Fanya. The more dangerous, the more dangerous. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to a very high level, he suddenly fell down, tried his best, and showed a thousand times spirit, like a flying snake hovering in the middle of the 36 peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, the number of laps is repeated. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the voice gradually disappeared. Everyone in the garden held their breath and dared not move less. About two or three minutes, it seems that there is a sound coming from underground. After that, it suddenly rose again, like fireworks in the east, a marble rose into the sky and turned into thousands of colorful flames, scattered vertically and horizontally. This sound flies, that is, there are infinite sounds to be concurrent. People who play Heizai use their fingers, big and small, which are consistent with her voice, such as "Spring Dawn in the Flower Dock" and "Good Birds". My ears are too busy to know what to listen to. Is stirring, suddenly listen to Huo Ran, all the strings are silent. At this time, the audience cheered and thundered. After a while, the noise subsided a little, only to hear a young man under 30, with a Hunan accent, saying, "When I was studying, I never understood the ancients' description of the benefits of singing, and there was a lingering sound that lasted for three days." Imagine how reverberation propagates in the air. How can you last three days? After listening to Mr. Xiaoyu's storytelling, I knew the quips of the ancients. Every time I listen to his story, my ears are full of his books for a few days. No matter what I do, I am always absent-minded. Instead, I feel that' three days are endless'. The word' three days' is too few, or Confucius'' I don't know the taste of meat in March', and the word' March' is more thorough! "Everyone nearby said," Mr. Meng Xiang's theory is extremely thorough! There is sadness in my heart! "