Confucius House

Isn’t it just believing in God? There is a god three feet above the head. Confucius House is not far away, Confucius is not near and he is just around me.
Isn’t it just worshiping God and praying to God to bless me?
God has been waiting on the necessary path.
Isn’t it burning incense, chanting, and fulfilling a wish?
I’m here, Master. “my master, do you also believe in ghosts and gods?” “Respect in my heart. If we human don’t do well in human affairs, how we talk about ghosts and gods.”
Isn’t it benevolence, courtesy, wiseness, and integrity? You are iron and I am water.
Isn’t it just more than ten yuan train ticket, and a group of classmates who have a lot of knowledge but know little? Isn’t it the Confucian Temple, Konglin, Xingtan, Nishan? How to get in, but you have to get out. Climbing out of Nishan cave covered with dust, slapped each other on the soil, and the sunset became smaller and smaller. Twilight becomes our exit.There is one thing worth of mentioning. I sat at the Master’s desk and also on big cows, iron eggs, and small rocks. By the way, I measured the size and will make them at home. Not to mention it.
Looking back at Qufu’s cooking smoke, it is like a fairyland. Fortunately, our figure reunited with the Master in reflection. Is it divine? If who will ask me the ins and outs? Hometown of Confucius and Mencius, thousands of ancient sayings are like a master, fearless god.