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Waiting for the rabbit

1. There was a farmer in the Song Dynasty who was digging the soil in the field. Suddenly, he saw a hare scurrying out of the grass nearby, hitting a tree pillar on the edge of the field, and then fell there motionless. The farmer walked over and took a look: the rabbit was dead. Because it ran too fast, its neck was broken (shé). The farmer was so happy that he picked up a fat and big hare without any effort. He thought to himself: If he could pick up hares every day, his life would be easier. From then on, he never bothered to farm again. Every day, he put the hoe next to him and lay in front of the tree pillar, waiting for the second and third hare to hit the tree pillar on his own. There are so many cheap things in the world. Of course, the farmer did not pick up any more killed hares, but his fields were deserted.

2. According to legend, in the Song Dynasty during the Warring States Period, there was a farmer who worked at sunrise and rested at sundown. When there is a good year, you can only have enough to eat and clothe yourself; when there is a famine, you will go hungry. He wants to improve his life, but he is too lazy and very timid. He is lazy and afraid of everything he does, and always wants to encounter the windfall that comes to his door.

The miracle finally happened. One day in late autumn, he was plowing in the fields, and people were hunting around him. There were shouts and shouts everywhere, and the frightened little beast ran desperately. Suddenly, a rabbit hit and died on the root of a tree at the edge of his field.

That day, he had a delicious meal.

From then on, he stopped farming. All day long, I guard the magical tree root, waiting for a miracle to appear.

The idiom "waiting for the rabbit" is a metaphor for getting something for nothing, or clinging to a narrow experience without knowing how to adapt.

Hiding one's ears and stealing the bell

Once upon a time, there was a person who was very stupid and selfish. He also had a bad habit of taking advantage of others. Whatever he likes, he always tries his best to get it, even steal it.

Once, it took a fancy to the bell hanging on the door of a house. The door bell is very delicately made, beautiful and has a loud sound. He thought, how can he get it? Finally decided to steal it.

He knew very well that as long as he touched the bell with his hand, it would make a "ding-zero-ding-zero" sound. When the doorbell rings, your ears will hear the sound of the bell. If you hear the sound, you will be discovered. Then you won't get the bell. What to do?

He suddenly thought of a way. He believed that when the doorbell rang, his ears would be able to hear it. If he covered his ears, wouldn't he be unable to hear it? So he cleverly adopted this method to steal the doorbell.

One night, he took advantage of the moonlight and tiptoed to the front door of the house. He reached out to pick the bell, but the doorbell was hung too high and could not be reached, so he had to come back disappointed. When he got home, what did he want to do?

He wanted to ask the deaf neighbor to steal the bell together. He could pick the bell by stepping on his shoulder. But I'm afraid that others won't steal things with me, so I have to step on the stool and pick the bells by myself.

The next night, he took the stool and tiptoed to the door of the house. He stepped on the stool, covering his ears with one hand, and picking the bell with the other. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the bell, the bell rang. When the owner of the house noticed it, he caught him. Because other people's ears are not covered, they can still hear the sound of the bell.

There is no three hundred taels of silver here

Once upon a time, there was a man named Zhang San who liked to be smart. He was very happy to have accumulated three hundred taels of silver, but he was also very distressed. He was afraid that so much money would be stolen by others, and he didn't know where to store it safely. Carry it with you, as it is very inconvenient and can easily be noticed by thieves. Put it in a drawer, as it feels inappropriate and can be easily stolen by thieves. It is inconvenient to leave it there anyway.

He held the silver and thought hard for a long time. After much deliberation, he finally came up with what he thought was the best method. Zhang San took advantage of the dark night to dig a hole under the corner of his house behind the house and quietly buried the money in it. After burying it, he was still worried, fearing that others would suspect that there was money buried here. He thought for a while and finally came up with another idea. He went back to his house and wrote "There is no three hundred taels of silver here" on a piece of white paper. Then, go out and stick to the wall next to the pit.

Feeling that he was safe, he went back to his house to sleep.

Zhang San's uneasy appearance all day long had already been noticed by his neighbor Wang Er. At night, he heard the sound of digging a hole outside the house, which was very strange. Just when Zhang San went back to the house to sleep, Wang Er went to the back of the house and took advantage of the moonlight to see a note taped to the corner with the words "There is no three hundred taels of silver here" written in seven characters. Wang Er understood everything. He gently dug out the silver and then filled the hole.

When Wang Er returned to his home, he was very happy to see the white money in front of him, but he became afraid. He thought, what if Zhang San found out that the money was missing tomorrow and suspected that it was me? So, he also had an idea, and he picked up a pen and wrote on the paper "The king next door never stole" in seven big characters, and also posted it on the corner of the pit.

[Note]: Later, based on this folk tale, people used the sentence "There is no three hundred taels of silver here, and the king next door never stole it" as an idiom to describe being smart and wanting to hide it. Covering up what you did only made it more obvious.

Now this idiom has been simplified to "There is no three hundred taels of silver here".

"There is no three hundred taels of silver here", the original meaning is that there is no three hundred taels of silver in this place. Later, people used this idiom to describe something that they wanted to hide because they acted stupidly but were completely exposed.

Superfluous

In ancient Chu, there was a nobleman. After offering sacrifices to his ancestors, he rewarded a pot of sacrificial wine to the disciples who came to help. The diners discussed with each other and said: "This pot of wine is not enough for everyone to drink, but it is more than enough for one person. Let us compete on the ground to draw snakes. Whoever draws the snake first will drink this pot of wine."

< p>One person drew the snake first. He picked up the jug and was about to drink, but he proudly held the jug in his left hand and continued to draw the snake with his right hand, saying, "I can add a few more feet to it!" But before he could finish drawing the feet, another one Man has painted the snake. The man snatched the pot and said, "The snake has no legs, how can you add legs to it?" After that, he drank the wine in the pot.

The person who added feet to the snake finally lost the pot of wine that reached his mouth.

The finishing touch

In ancient times, there was a painter whose paintings were vivid and the things he painted were exactly the same as the real ones. Some even say that the animals he draws actually come to life. Once, when he went to a place to play, he became interested and drew four dragons on the wall, but no eyes. Someone asked him: "Why don't you draw the dragon's eyes?". He replied: "Eyes are the essence of a dragon. If you paint them, the dragon will fly away." Everyone laughed and thought he was a madman. Unexpectedly, he picked up the paintbrush, exerted all his strength, and just painted the eyes of the two dragons. Immediately, dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder, and the two dragons soared into the sky. People were stunned and dumbfounded. So later on, the idiom "drawing the dragon to make the light clear" was used to describe when speaking or writing, one or two key words (paintings) will make them come alive immediately

Usage: when speaking or writing , use one or two sentences to highlight the theme at key points to make the content more vivid and powerful.

Self-defeating

During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a painter named Sun Zhiwei. He specializes in figure painting. Once, he was commissioned by Shouning Temple in Chengdu to paint a picture of "Nine Yao Xingjun". He carefully sketched the pictures with pens, making the characters lifelike, with flowing clothes and belts, just like fairy postures. Only the last step of coloring was left. It happened that a friend invited him to have a drink at this time. He put down his pen and looked at the painting carefully for a while. Feeling that he was quite satisfied, he said to his disciples: "I have drawn all the lines of this painting, and only the coloring is left." , you must be careful not to use the wrong color. I went to a friend's house for something. When I come back, I hope you will paint well."

After Sun Zhiwei left, the disciples gathered around the painting and watched the teacher's brush strokes repeatedly. The skills and overall composition are superb, and they exchange ideas with each other.

Some people said: "Look at how lifelike the Shui Nuan Xingjun looks, with his long beard flowing freely, not angry but powerful."

Others said: "The auspicious clouds at the feet of the Bodhisattva are full of auspicious clouds. "Rou, his true divine appearance makes people awe-inspiring."

There was a disciple named Tong Renyi who usually showed off his cleverness and liked to impress others. He was the only one who pretended not to say a word.

Someone asked him: "Why don't you speak? Is there something missing in this painting?"

Tong Renyi pretended to be profound and said: "The expression of the boy next to Shui Nuan Xingjun is very expressive. , but the crystal bottle in his hand seems to be missing something."

The disciples said: "I didn't find anything missing."

Tong Renyi said: "Every time the teacher draws the bottle, I always draw a flower in the vase, but I didn’t do it this time. Maybe I was in a hurry to go out and didn’t have time to finish it. Let’s finish it and then color it.”

Tong Renyi said, carefully drawing on the mouth of the vase. A gorgeous red lotus flower.

Sun Zhiwei came back from a friend's house and found a lotus flower growing out of the bottle in Chongzi's hand. He said angrily and laughed: "Who did this stupid thing? If it was just superfluous, it would be self-defeating." Well. The bottle in the boy's hand is the demon-suppressing bottle used by Shui Nuan Xingjun to subdue the water monster. If you add lotus flowers and turn the bottle into an ordinary flower bottle, wouldn't it be a big joke?" He said and painted. Tear it to pieces.

The disciples looked at Tong Renyi and lowered their heads in silence.

Pulling seedlings to encourage growth

There was a man in the Song Dynasty who made a living by planting crops and had to work in the fields every day. When the sun was high in the sky, there was no cover. Big beads of sweat fell from the Song people's heads, and their clothes were soaked with sweat. However, he had to plant rice seedlings with his body bent under the scorching sun. When it rained heavily, there was no place to hide, so the people of Song had no choice but to plow in the fields in the rain. The rain made him unable to lift his head, and sweat dripped down his face.

In this way, day after day, every time after working for a day, the people of Song Dynasty would be too tired to move or even say a word after returning home. The people of Song Dynasty felt that it was really hard work. What made him even more upset was that he carried a hoe to the fields every day and worked tirelessly, but the crops seemed to not grow taller at all, which was really worrying.

On this day, people from the Song Dynasty had been plowing the land for a long time and sat on the ridge of the field to rest. He looked at the seemingly endless crop fields, and couldn't help but feel anxious again. He said to himself: "Crops, do you know how hard it is for me to farm every day? Why don't you understand me at all and grow taller quickly? Grow taller quickly, grow taller quickly..." He muttered , while pulling out a thread from the clothes on his body, the thread was not pulled out, but a large piece came out. Song Guoren looked at the thread in a trance. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind: "Yeah, why didn't I think of it, just do it like this!" Song Guoren suddenly became energetic, jumped up and started busy...

The sun has set, and Song Guoren’s wife has already prepared the meal and is sitting at the table waiting for him to come back. "I should have come back by this time in the past. Could something have happened?" she thought worriedly. Suddenly the door creaked open, and the Song people came back sweating profusely. As soon as he entered the door, he said excitedly: "I am exhausted today! I pulled out some of each crop, and they grew so much in one go..." He gestured as he spoke. "What? You..." Song Guoren's wife was so shocked that she didn't even finish her words, so she quickly picked up a lantern and ran into the field. But it was too late, the crops had all withered.

The growth of all things in nature has its own objective laws. People cannot forcefully change these laws. Only by following the laws can we achieve success. The stupid people of the Song Dynasty did not understand this truth. They were eager for quick success and quick success. They only wanted to make the crops grow taller as they wanted, but they ended up with the opposite end.