The Book of Songs North Gate: Being a chicken feather in one place.

From the north gate, I'm worried. I am poor after all, and I don't know that I am difficult. What a pity! What a nice day!

The military affairs suit me, and the political affairs benefit me. I went in and out, and everyone in the room paid attention to me. What a pity! What a nice day!

Wang Shidun, I, and political affairs left me. I went in and out, and the people in the room ruined me. What a pity! What a nice day!

This poem directly derives an idiom: sigh at the north gate, which means to sigh because of poor life or lack of talent. North, retreat. When you are unlucky, you naturally sigh. In Shi Shuo Xin Yu, Yin Hao wanted to give Li Hongdu the position of county magistrate, but he was afraid that Li Hongdu was too young. Li Hongdu said, "The sigh of the North Gate has been heard for a long time. Poor apes rush to the forest and choose wood leisurely."

Look at the little official in this poem, coming out of the north gate with a sad face: he will be poor in the end, his politics will be good for me, and he will make friends with me. It's really hard to think about it. A small official has a meager income, is poor and embarrassed, and has a lot of political affairs to deal with. When I got home, my family also complained about irony. How can a person not sigh and not be sad?

From this little clerk's spit, we heard that there was no injustice. If you say you are incapable, you probably have nothing to do. Since you have given me a lot of political things, how can you be so low-paid and unable to support your family every day? This kind of effort is not commensurate with your income.

Let you complain, let you complain, life is there, wink at you defiantly, grin at you contemptuously: what can you do to me? Depressed for a long time, the man looked up: what a pity! What a nice day! Come on, it's all arranged by God. what can I say? !

God is the God in the hearts of China people. When we are helpless, when our hearts are broken, when we can't understand, we will shout: Oh, my God! Whether God responds or not, as long as it is arranged by God, good or bad, right or wrong, we have to accept it. Who can compete with God? It's just a joke that man can conquer nature.

I have to say that in the face of the chicken feather life here, this person's approach is also understandable: I accept all the disappointments! That's what god arranged, I accept it all! Some of them are angry, some are helpless, some are tenacious, and some are philosophical.

Everyone has a time when life is too messy for you. If people are rarely free from vulgarity, we will all complain and be impatient, but we must remember that it is understandable to vent appropriately, and then there will be "already!" The attitude of "what is heaven, what is heaven" is no longer fair. If you don't want to, you should adjust yourself and bite the bullet and do it. Many times, in the face of cruel reality, we really can't do anything. Is it difficult to get this person to resign, and the whole family only drinks northwest wind? Let him complain to the leader? There are many people waiting for this position. If you can't do it yourself, the outcome will be even more tragic. So, find yourself an excuse to take responsibility, comfort yourself, and go ahead and do it. Maybe you will wait for the future to come out.

The fox stood under the grape trellis and looked at the attractive grapes as crystal clear as purple agate, but the grape trellis was too high for the fox to pick anyway, so he told himself: Those grapes must be sour. I always laughed at the fox for making excuses for his incompetence, and then I thought, what can I do if I don't comfort myself like this? When you can't do it, only in this way can you minimize the psychological damage. The fox is still the cleverest.

Smart people are not only foxes, but also people. Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou, and it was a problem for the whole family to eat. Su Da is also very depressed. But the secluded place is partial to the ground, and naturally it is kind to the literati. The ears listen to sound, and the eyes are in harmony with it. The breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains moisten the poet's heart. Entering the house in the moonlight, I can't help but sigh: Why is there no moon at night? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? But few idle people are like me! There are grievances, happiness in enjoying music, helpless sighs, words of congratulations, words of ridicule, happiness in oneself and harmony in life.

When life is a chicken feather, unless you are really super capable and firmly believe that you have capital willfulness, you should learn to adjust your emotions in time, comfort yourself or laugh at yourself. Anyway, you can't fight with yourself and push yourself deeper into the swamp.