Reading on a winter night means that one night in the middle of winter, there is no wind at all, and many animals are hibernating, so it is very quiet. It can be said that all is silent. The deep sky and stars set off the window lights of the scholarly house, driving away a lot of chill. Looking into the room through the window lamp, I saw a middle-aged scholar reading at night at his desk under the oil lamp. Look at him, sometimes he picks up a brush and draws circles on the book, sometimes he puts down his pen and reads it repeatedly, sometimes he stands up and walks back and forth, and his hands are gesticulating and thinking repeatedly from time to time ... To ask who this man is, he is Lu You, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. "I'll mention a few articles first, and you recite them." Lu You mentioned several articles, including The Analects of Confucius and Tang poetry. Although Yu Zi can't recite it backwards, it is logical. Hearing this, Lu You nodded his head, slightly agreed, and then said, "Do you understand the old saying that if you are young and don't work hard, your boss will be sad?"? If you understand, write down your feelings. " Yu Zi listened to his father's words, immediately picked up Four Treasures of the Study, dipped his pen in ink, thought about it, and wrote. After a while, Yu Zi handed the written article to Lu You: "Please read it!" Lu You looked at it, sighed and said earnestly, "Son, this article is empty and unconvincing. Writing such a feeling after reading is not to explain the text, but to shout a slogan. You must connect with reality, give examples and write your own feelings, so as to infect readers. " Speaking of which, Lu You paused and took the cup to drink water. Next, I told Yu Zi the story of Zhuge Liang's tearful beheading of Ma Su in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It is impossible to talk on paper. If you really want to learn from books, you must take part in the practice yourself. Only by applying what you have learned in practice and summing up experience in time can you gain true knowledge. At this point, Lu You took a look at his son and saw that his face was flushed and his nose was sweaty. He is even more emotional. He picked up a pen and sang and wrote. I saw the pen flowing and the words flying like dragonflies. Yu Zi stood watching, could not help secretly admire-good word! After writing, Lu you put down his pen and chanted loudly: the ancients learned nothing, and it takes time for people to get old. What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do. After Lu You recited the poem, he handed it to his son and said loudly, "Read it well!" Yu Zi took it and said respectfully, "My son must remember his father's instructions." Then he went out of the house and looked up at the sky, as if the twinkling stars lit up his heart.