Strange stories from a lonely studio in classical Chinese

1. Please name some classical Chinese words in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, such as Kong Sheng Li Xue and Yi Sheng.

Being a man is a poem. Some friends click on the rooftop and send letters.

Live for it, die for it, and don't return, stay in the Bodhisattva Temple and become a monk. More than a hundred steps west of the temple, there is Mr. Shan, the son of Mr. Shan. Because of the big lawsuit and depression, he moved to his hometown and his house was abandoned.

One day, there was a big avalanche and there was no trip. Occasionally, teenagers go out, and their style is very famous.

Seeing life, I tend to give gifts and give a little sympathy, that is, bow my head. Love and enjoy it, generous.

The house is not very wide. Brocade curtains are hung everywhere, and many ancient paintings and calligraphy are hung on the walls. A book on the desk, signed "Notes of Paradise Library".

After reading it, I can't tell. Living in the first place, thinking that the first is the main thing is not to judge the official valve.

The young man carefully investigated his whereabouts, expressed sympathy and suggested that he set up an account as a disciple. Sheng sighed and said, "Who is Cao Qiu?" The young man said, "If you don't hate me, I will worship the door wall."

You dare not be a teacher if you are happy. Please be friends. Then he asked, "Why has the house been closed for a long time?" He replied: "This is a single residence, and I have lived in the hometown of the son for a long time.

Servant, Huangfu family, ancestral home in Shaanxi. Burn down your home in a wildfire and settle down temporarily. "

I knew from the beginning that it was not a single thing. I laughed happily that night, that is, I left the sofa.

If you don't calm down, a boy will light a charcoal fire in the room. Teenagers come first, still sitting in life.

White into white: "Tai Weng is coming." Life begins.

As soon as I went in, my temples became swollen. I thanked the student and said, "Sir, I won't abandon my stubborn son, so I'll give you advice." When boys learn graffiti for the first time, don't treat friends as friends, and peers will see it. "

Yes, it's a raid into brocade, mink hats, socks and shoes are all the same. See you washed your comb and called for wine recommendation.

A few, sofas, skirts, clothes, I don't know what the name is, dazzling. After a few lines of wine, I walked away on crutches.

After dinner, my son showed his homework, which was all ancient prose and had no time for art. When asked, Xiaoyun said, "I don't want to make progress."

At dusk, he even said, "Let's have fun tonight, but tomorrow is not allowed." Hu Tong said, "Do you think Taigong has gone to bed? When you are in bed, you can secretly call Xiangnv. "

When you go, you will bring the pipa to the embroidered bag first. After a while, a maid came in with bright red makeup.

Childe ordered ChristianRandPhillips to play, and the handmaiden moved with her teeth, which caused her sadness and the beat was not heard. He also ordered a giant to drink this wine, starting at midnight.

Get up early to read the book the next day. Childe is the most wise and regards it as a poem. Two or three months later, he wrote a warning letter.

Have a drink every five days, and every drink will attract a slave. One night, the wine is very hot, so pay attention.

The son understood what he meant and said, "This handmaiden was raised by my father. My brother is homeless, and I have been raising money for a long time. My business is to find you a good couple. "

Sheng said, "Kindness is like slavery." The son smiled and said, "Cheng Jun sees less and blames more.

It's better to do this, and it's easy for you to get what you want. "After living for half a year, I was born and soared in the suburbs. When I reached the door, I asked him outside the double door. The son said, "My family is afraid of making friends, so thank you. "

Life is also safe. When it was hot, I moved to the garden pavilion.

My chest swells like a peach, and it hurts like a bowl all night. Childe keeps his eyesight every morning and evening, and he wastes his sleep and meals.

In a few days, a drama will be created to help the hunger strike. Tai Weng has arrived, too many.

The son said, "Mr. Si was ill the night before yesterday, but my sister could cure him and send someone to her grandmother to ask her to go home." How long will it take? " Russia entered Bai: "The aunt is here, and she is coming with Song Gu."

Father and son rushed in. When you are young, invite your sister to visit you.

About thirteen or fourteen years old, charming waves, flowing wisdom, slender willows were born. It's refreshing to forget when you see bright colors.

The son said, "This brother is a good friend, no less than a compatriot. My sister is a good doctor. " The woman was ashamed, wore long sleeves and went to bed to see a doctor.

When you catch it, you will feel that you have won LAN. The woman smiled and said, "There should be a disease, and my heart is beating.

Although the disease is dangerous, it can be cured; But the skin has solidified, so cut the skin and meat. "Is to take off the arm Jin Chuanan affected area, press it slowly.

The protrusion is about an inch, which is higher than the outside, but the root area is swollen and not as wide as the bowl. It's a one-handed sword with a blade thinner than paper. Holding the blade, the cymbal was gently cut off against the root, and purple blood overflowed, polluting the bed mat.

Greedy not only doesn't know his own suffering, but also fears that he will finish his work soon, and he will soon curry favor with him. After a while, the carrion was cut off, just like a gall cut from a tree.

And asked to wash the cutting place with water. The red pill is as big as a bullet, and the meat rotates in order.

Just a week later, I felt steaming; There is still one week, practicing itching; It's been three weeks, and I'm cold and seeping into the bone marrow. The woman picked up the pill and swallowed it, saying, "That's better!" " Get out.

Life jumps to give thanks, but if it is lost, it will sink. I can't bear to think about glory.

Naturally, I am sitting in a stupid position, so there is no need to talk any more. The son found out and said, "I found a good couple for my brother."

Ask: "Who?" Yue: "I am also a brother's home." I pondered for a long time, and the cloud said, "No need!" "The wall intoned," the sea was once hard to find water, and it will always be amber. "

The son understood what he meant and said, "My family worships Cai Hong and often wants to associate it with marriage. But it's just a little sister, and her teeth are too childish.

I have an aunt, Asun, 18 years old. She is not very rude. If you don't see the letter, Sister Song will go to the Garden Pavilion every day and wait in the front compartment. "

Life is like teaching. When you see Jiao Na coming with a beautiful woman, you draw a moth and a lotus hook to make a phoenix, just like Jiao Na. Give birth to a great joy and ask my son to make an incision.

My son came out from the inside the other day and congratulated him: "Harmony." This is a ceremony to produce gifts.

It was the evening I advocated swallowing, and the dust fell all over the floor in order to see the immortal. Suddenly I was in this position, so I suspected that the Guanghan Palace might not be in the sky. After I got married, I was very happy.

One night, the son said, "You can forget the benefits of learning from others. Recently, the only son settled a lawsuit. He was anxious to get a house, so he decided to abandon it and go west.

It is hard to be together again, so I am obsessed with parting. "Life is willing to follow it.

It is difficult for his son to persuade him to return to China. The son said, "Don't worry, I can send you away at once."

It's okay. Tai Weng invited Song Niang to give birth with 120 gold. The son grabbed the couple with his right hand and told them to close their eyes.

Floating in the air, but I feel the wind whistling in my ear. After a long time, I said, "It's over." Start watching when you see your hometown.

I know this son has no humanity. I knocked happily, but my mother didn't expect it, and I was relieved to see the beautiful woman.

Looking back, my son died. Song Niang is a dutiful son, famous for her beauty and reputation.

Later generations promoted Jinshi, awarded Yan 'an Li Si, and took charge of the family business. Mom still has a long way to go.

Song Niang gave birth to a small official, male name. Life is all about dismissing officials, and you can't go back.

I occasionally hunt in the country, and every beautiful teenager will cross the pony and often take a look at it. Look carefully, Huangfu Gongzi is also there.

Stop, sad and happy. Invite students to a village with dense trees and gloomy sun.

When you enter their home, you will feel like a family. Ask elder sister, married; My mother-in-law is dead.

I am deeply saddened. Don't spend the night, bring your wife back.

Jiao Na also arrived, holding her child in her arms and saying, "Sister is messing with my seeds." Thanks for your life.

He smiled and said, "My brother-in-law is expensive. The wound has healed, haven't you forgotten the pain? " Brother-in-law Wu Lang also came to offer condolences.

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2. Pu Songling wrote "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio" in classical Chinese, and read Mr. Pu's "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio", which was concise with a pen, without a trace of meaning, and was born out of hundred schools of thought, resisting both Zuo's and Longmen. According to legend, Mr. Wang lives in the village, has no spouse, and has a particularly eccentric personality. He is a boy scout in the village, poor and self-sufficient, and does not want others. At the time of writing this book, every morning, I took a big magnetic poppy (2) with bitter tea in it, put a bag of light smoke (3) beside the sidewalk, lined with old reeds, and sat on the table with cigarettes next to it. When you meet passers-by, you must insist on using words, seek novelty and difference, say different words, and you will know others; If you are thirsty, you can drink tea or offer a cigarette, which will make you speak freely. Whitewash what you hear. If more than 20 years have passed, this book will be published. So the brushwork is superb. ("Lu Sanyue")

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(1) 【 Zuo's, Longmen 】 refers to Zuo Qiuming and Sima Qian. Zuo Qiuming wrote Zuo Zhuan, and Sima Qian was born in Longmen. (2) 【 Poppy (Y and ng) 】 A bottle or jar with a big belly and a small mouth. ③ The old transliteration name of [Tamba] tobacco. (4) [(ch m 4 n)] has been completed.

practise

1, explain the words with dots in the text.

Ju () is placed in () ()

Language () is () square ()

2. Compare the different meanings of the following words.

(1) Being a Boy Scout in the village () (2) Therefore, the brushwork is superb ().

Anyone is the first step to learn new things by looking back on the past ().

3. Summarize the characteristics of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio in Chinese:

4 What is the reason for Pu Songling's "superb brushwork"?

reading skills

This paper describes the story of Mr. Pu Songling's collection of materials when he wrote Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio.

When Pu Songling was writing this book, he carried a big porcelain vase with strong tea and a packet of tobacco on his back every day, and placed it beside the road where pedestrians passed, with a reed mat under it. He sat on it by himself and put the tobacco beside the mat. When you see a pedestrian passing by, you must hold him and talk to him. Collect strange stories and tell strange things. Whatever people know (can); When (passers-by) is thirsty, respectfully invite people to drink tea or respectfully offer cigarettes to ensure that passers-by enjoy themselves before stopping. I overheard something and whitewashed it when I got home. In this way, after more than 20 years, the book Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio was completed.

3. Urgent for an article in the classical Chinese version of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio [1] Next season, grasshoppers grow in the green field [2] and gradually gather in Iraq [3].

Interpretation worries you. Back curtain [4], dream of scholar memorial, I wear green clothes [5], handsome appearance.

I said there is a strategy to control locusts. Asked Yun, "Tomorrow, on the southwest road, there will be a woman riding a donkey [6] and a locust god.

Sadness can be avoided. "In order to make it different, the venue is in the south of the city [7].

If you wait for a lover, you will have a woman with a high bun and a brown purse, and you will control old Cang Wei alone and slow down the north [8]. That is, incense, holding wine, welcoming the left [9], catching donkeys and not letting them go.

The woman asked, "What would a doctor be [10]?" Liu Xiucai pleaded: "Xiao Zhi got rid of the locust mouth, but it's a pity [1 1]." The woman said, "I hate Liu Xiucai's rap [12]. Let me know! I felt it right away and didn't hurt the crops. "

It's three feet, but I can't see again. When the locusts came, they covered the sky, but they didn't fall in the fields. Instead, they gathered willows and branches everywhere.

Wu Fang scholar Liu Shenye. Or cloud: "It is the feeling of killing officials and worrying about the people."

Really! [ 1]。

4. The vernacular of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio is shorter than the original of Pu Songling.

Author: Pu Songling

Surrounding the mountain is one of the eight scenic spots in this city. But we haven't seen each other for years. Yu Nian, the grandson, was drinking with his colleagues upstairs. Suddenly, he saw a lonely tower standing high in the sky on the top of the mountain. He looked at each other in surprise, but there was no such monastery in his mind. Nothing. méng didn't know it was a mountain city until he saw dozens of palaces.

A few days later, Gao Yuanbiao (p √), Biao (n √) and Gengen ran six or seven miles, which was actually a battleground for military strategists. Hundreds of millions of people own a building, a hall and a square. Suddenly, the wind is blowing, the dust is boundless, and the city is just blurred.

As soon as the wind clears up, everything is gone, leaving only a dangerous building and going directly to lonely people. There are five buildings with wide windows; There is a queue at five o'clock, also outside the building. Layer by layer index, the higher the building, the less bright it is. Count to the eighth floor and cut it like a star. On top of it, it is hazy and there are countless levels. And the people upstairs come and go, or rely on or rely on, not the same. Over time, the building is getting lower and lower, revealing the top; Gradually return to normal buildings; Gradually like a tall house, Shu (shū) suddenly like a fist like a bean, so it is invisible.

I also heard that there were early walkers who saw the crowded shops on the mountain, which was unparalleled in the world, so it was also called the "ghost market" cloud.

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Pu Songling (Qing Dynasty)

The mountain city around the mountain is one of the eight scenic spots in Zichuan County. But it often doesn't appear once every few years. One day, Yu Nian, the grandson, and his friends were drinking upstairs. Suddenly, he saw a lonely pagoda on the top of the mountain, towering into the sky. You look at me, I look at you, surprised and puzzled. I thought there were no temples around here. After a while, I saw dozens of palaces with high eaves and blue tiles. Only then did I know that there was a "mountain city". Before long, a high and low wall appeared, which was six or seven miles long and actually looked like a city. Among them, pavilions, halls and neighborhoods are clearly presented in front of us, and the number can be hundreds of millions. Suddenly there was a strong wind and smoke, and the whole city became blurred. After a while, the wind stopped and the sky was unfathomable. All the previous scenes have disappeared. There is only one tall building, which seems to be connected with the sky. There are five rooms on each floor, and the windows are all open. There are five bright places and the sky outside the building. Layer by layer, pointing to countless layers. The higher the room, the smaller the bright spot; Counting to the eighth floor, the bright spot is only as small as a star; Further up, I can't see clearly, and I can't count its level. People at the lower level come and go in a hurry, some lean against (the railing) and some stand in different postures. After a while, the building became lower and the roof could be seen. Gradually, it becomes the same as ordinary buildings; Gradually, it became a high bungalow; Suddenly reduced to the size of a fist, then reduced to the size of a bean, and finally disappeared completely.

I also heard that some people who get up early and are in a hurry see houses, markets and shops on the mountain, which is no different from the situation on earth, so people call it "ghost market".

Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio by Pu Songling

5. The original story of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, which is badly needed, should be ancient and vernacular. Wang Sheng of Taiyuan left early with a hundred words, and ran alone when he met a girl. It was hard to step on it, and he quickly took advantage of it. It's beautiful.

Heart in love, ask: "Why walk alone at night?" The woman said, "People in the street can't solve their worries, so why bother asking?" "What are you worried about?" Sheng said. Or it can be effective. "

The girl said gloomily, "My parents were insatiable and married my concubine Zhu Men. I am so jealous that I insult it at night, far away. "

Q: "Why?" He said, "Those who died have nowhere to go." The feast said, "I am either far away or bored and neglected."

Women like to follow it. From generation to generation, carry things, guide together, and return together.

The servant girl asked, "Why don't you have a family?" Answer the cloud: "Jair." The woman said, "This place is wonderful.

If you pity my concubine, you must keep a secret. "Born with an appointment.

Is to sleep with you Hide in the secret room for a few days and don't let anyone know.

I have a wife, Chen, who is suspected to be everyone's concubine. I advised her to send her, but she wouldn't listen.

It is also a shame to meet a Taoist once in a while. Ask: "What's the matter?" Answer: "Nothing."

"You are haunted by evil spirits," said the Taoist. Why didn't you say anything? " Life is white, so is strength. The Taoist priest went and said, "Confused!" The world is doomed to perish without realizing it! "Life has its different opinions, which is quite suspicious.

Instead, I think that beauty is not a demon, and Italian Taoist priests use nightmares to hunt food. There is nothing to do. When we get to Zhaimen, we can't get in. If you doubted what you did, you would have closed the door long ago.

Peeking through the window, I saw a hideous ghost with a green face and teeth like a saw, spreading out human skin on the couch and drawing it with colored strokes. When he threw the pen away, his skin was raised like vibrating clothes, and he put it on his body and became a woman.

Seeing this, the beast fell out in great fear. I don't know where to go.

When you are in the wild, you kneel for help, please send it away. The Taoist priest said, "This thing is both good and bitter. If you can find a substitute, you can't bear to hurt your life. "

It's a fly that gives birth to a child and hangs the bedroom door. Break-up date at Di Qing Temple.

When I was born, I was afraid to go into lent. I slept in the back room, hanging. At one o'clock, I heard something outside the door and didn't dare to peek, so my wife peeked.

But when I saw the woman coming, I looked at the strokes and dared not enter. I stood up and gnashed my teeth, but I walked for a long time. When I came back, I scolded: "Taoist priest scared me, but in the end I would rather spit it out!" " Take it and smash it, enter the bad bedroom door, climb into bed, break your belly, and leave with a heart.

Wife number. The maid entered the candle, her life was dead and her blood was in chaos.

Chen dare not cry. Tomorrow, I will send my brother Jiro to tell the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest said angrily, "I pity it, but the devil dares!" " "That is, from the elder brother. This woman lost her position.

Then he looked up and said, "fortunately, it's not far." Q: "Who is in the South Yard?" Jiro said, "I will give up."

"Now you're here," said the Taoist. Jiro was startled and thought it was not.

The Taoist priest asked, "Has anyone who doesn't know been here alone?" Answer: "I went to Di Qing a long time ago, but I don't know whether it is good or not. I will ask angelica. " After a while, he came back and said, "if there is, I will come in the morning and want to be hired to operate on my servant." I will stop it. "

"It's a thing," said the Taoist. Keep pace with the times.

Wood blade stood up and shouted, "evil spirits! Give it back to me! " When you are in the room, you are dumbfounded and colorless. When you go out, you want to escape, and Taoist priests fight one by one. A servant, whose skin was scraped off, became a ghost and lay like a pig.

Wood blade is the leader of Taoist priests. Bodies turned into smoke and piled up everywhere.

The Taoist priest took out a gourd, pulled it out and put it in the smoke. His mouth was like inhaling, and the smoke cleared in an instant. The Taoist stuffed his mouth into the bag.

* * * Look at people's skin, make eyes, hands and feet, all equipped. The Taoist priest rolled it up like a scroll painting and wrapped it up, but he didn't want to leave.

Chen bowed to the door and cried for the method of rebirth. Taoist Xie can't.

Chen Yi sad, oneself also prostrate. The Taoist priest said thoughtfully, "I am too shallow to die."

I mean, one person can do it. "ask:" who? "He said," There are some crazy people lying in the dirt in the market, trying to knock on the door to mourn.

Don't be angry if you insult your wife. "Jiro also learned, but don't Taoist, and sister-in-law.

Seeing a beggar jumping on the road, your nose is three feet, so you can't get close. Chen walked forward on his knees.

The beggar smiled and said, "Do beautiful people love me?" Tell old stories. He smiled again and said, "What's the point of living?" Chen Gu mourned it.

But he said, "What a surprise! People die begging for help to live for me. I am Yamaraja? " Anger hit Chen with a stick, and Chen endured it. People in the city gradually gathered.

The beggar vomited and vomited, raised his hand to kiss Chen and said, "Eat!" " Chen Hong surfaced, reluctant to part; Considering the instructions of the Taoist priest, I am strong. When I felt it in my throat, it was as hard as cotton wool, and I giggled and stopped at my chest.

The beggar smiled and said, "Beauty loves me!" Since then, this line has been ignored. Finally, enter the temple.

Forced to ask for it, I don't know where it is, I searched it back and forth, and I was at a loss and returned with shame. Mourn the tragic death of her husband, regret the shame of eating and spitting, mourn and cry, and hope to die.

To bleed and collect the body, the family is looking forward to it, and no one dares to go near it. Chen hugged the body and closed his intestines. He cried.

I cried so hard that I wanted to throw up. I felt something in my stomach and rushed out. I didn't dare to look back and fell into my cavity. Seeing it in shock is a human heart, jumping around in the cavity, steaming like smoke.

Very different. Anxiously put your hands together, trying to hug and squeeze.

If you don't slack off, the gas will come out of the seam, that is, crack the silk and bind it urgently. Touch the body with your hands, warm it gradually, and cover it with a blanket.

I woke up in the middle of the night and gasped. Dawn is still alive.

As the saying goes: "It feels like a dream, but my stomach hurts my ears." Depending on the wound, the scab is like money, and it needs healing.

The waiter said, "Foolish people! Obviously, the devil also thinks it is beautiful. What a fool! Clearly loyal and think it's fake.

However, if you fish for your wife's love, she will spit on you and be willing to eat. Heaven is good, stupid fans don't understand.

Alas! Wang Sheng, Taiyuan, traveling in the morning, met a girl carrying a package, walking alone and trudging. Wang Sheng ran a few steps to catch up with her. It turned out to be a beautiful woman of sixteen or seventeen.

I liked it very much, so I asked the woman, "Why did you travel alone before dawn?" The woman said, "You are also a traveler. You can't ease my sadness. You don't need to bother asking me. " Wang Sheng said, "What are you worried about? Maybe I can work for you, and I will never refuse. "

The woman said gloomily, "My parents are greedy for money and sold me to a big family as a concubine. My wife is very jealous, and she will abuse me sooner or later. I couldn't bear it, so I ran away. "

Wang Sheng asked, "Where are you going?" The woman said, "The fugitive has no fixed place." Wang Sheng said, "My home is not far away. Please condescend to my home."

The woman was very happy and listened to Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng took the luggage for the woman and went home with her.

The woman looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room. She asked, "Why don't you have any family?" Wang Sheng replied, "This is the study." The woman said, "This place is very nice.

If you sympathize.

6. The main content of the classic story of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio is the best answer for translation. My brother-in-law's grandfather, Mr. Song, was originally a scholar in this city.

One day, he was ill in bed. Suddenly, he saw a yamen on a business trip, holding a notice and leading a horse with white hair on its head. Say to him: "Please take the exam!" Mr. Song said, "The master of the school being tested hasn't arrived yet. How can you suddenly take the test?" The police didn't answer and kept urging him.

Reluctantly, Mr. Song got on his horse and followed him. The road they took was very strange, and soon they came to a city, just like the capital where the emperor lived.

Soon, they entered a yamen. The palace building is magnificent, with more than a dozen officials sitting in the hall. I don't know who they are, and only Guandi knows.

There are two tables and two stools under the porch of the yamen. There is already a scholar sitting in a lower position.

Mr. Song sat side by side with him. There are pens and paper on every desk.

After a while, I sent a roll of paper with a topic on it. At first glance, there are eight words written on it: "One person and two people, intentionally or unintentionally." They submitted the article after they finished writing it.

There is a sentence in Mr. Song's article that says: "Some people deliberately do good deeds, although they do good deeds, they should not be rewarded;" Some people don't do bad things on purpose. Although they have done bad things, they cannot punish them. " Officials keep praising them in circulation.

They called Mr. Song to the palace and said to him, "There is a lack of a city god in that place in Henan, and you are very suitable for this position." Hearing this, Mr. Song understood. He quickly knelt down, kowtowed and cried, saying, "How dare I refuse such a glorious appointment again and again? But my 70-year-old mother has no one to support her.

Please allow me to follow your date after her death. "A person in the class who seems to be the emperor immediately ordered to see his mother's Shoulu.

A bearded official, with a book about life in his hand, said after reading it, "She still has nine years to live." After listening to their words, they hesitated. When they couldn't figure out a way, Guandi said, "Never mind. Let Zhang act as an agent for nine years first, and then go after the deadline. "

So the people in the hall said to Mr. Song, "You should be appointed at once. Now, considering kindness and filial piety, I will give you a nine-year holiday, and I will call you at the end of the term. " Say that finish, and encouraged the scholar a few words.

After kowtowing, the two gentlemen walked through the hall. The scholar took Mr. Song by the hand and sent him to the suburbs. He introduced himself and said, "I'm from Changshan, and my last name is Zhang." I also presented my own poems to Mr. Song as a souvenir.

But Mr. Song forgot the whole poem, only remembering two sentences in the middle: "There are flowers and wine in spring, and no wax and no lights at night." Mr. Song rode off. When he returned to the village, it was like waking up from a dream.

But at this point, he has been dead for three days. Mr. Song's mother heard a groan in the coffin and quickly helped him out.

It was a long time before Mr. Song spoke. He inquired about the place in Changshan, and sure enough, a man named Zhang died that day.

In the ninth year after that, Mr. Song's mother died at that time. After the funeral, Mr. Song took a bath and went into the house and died.

Mr. Song's father-in-law lives in the west gate of the city. Suddenly, he saw Mr. Song wearing a new official uniform, followed by many chariots and horses. The father-in-law's family was very surprised. I didn't know that Mr. Song became a god and a city god.

They hurried to Mr. Song's house to inquire about the news. It turns out that Mr. Song is dead. My uncle kept a biography of himself, but unfortunately he didn't save it after the war. This is just a general idea.

Kao Cheng Huang is the first article in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. This is a fable, preaching the virtues of benevolence and filial piety.

This article describes the process of Song Dao's appointment as a city god. Song Dao was ill in bed and was called by your official to take the exam.

Next, the author used an imaginary pen to describe the scene of the God of the underworld interviewing Song Tao. The examination site was grotesque and solemn: the palace was resplendent and magnificent, with more than a dozen officials as examiners, and only candidates were Song Tao and Changshan Zhang Xiucai.

The exam topic is "one person, two people, intentionally or unintentionally". Song Dao is very talented and has a unique view on social problems.

He brilliantly explained the examination questions as follows: "If you do good things with your heart, you will not be rewarded;" I don't mean to do bad things, although evil is not punished. ",praised by the gods.

Song Tao believes that good and evil should be judged from human motivation, not from the effect. Proceed from reality, analyze the consequences of good and evil in detail, and then reward and punish clearly.

This is the basic condition for being an official. These two sentences not only show that Song Tao has the necessary conditions for being an official, but also has the ability to distinguish between rewards and punishments. They also contain black-and-white attacks on feudal society, and imply that Song Tao has been kept in his chest because of his long-term attempts.

Next, the author puts the characters on the normal track, highlighting Song Tao's filial piety. When the gods appreciated Song Tao's talent very much and decided to appoint him as the city god of Henan Province, as an old student, he suddenly passed the exam while studying hard at a cold window. For ordinary people, here and now should be very happy.

But the author wrote that Song Tao was not happy, but suddenly burst into tears and begged the gods, "My mother is seventy years old and no one supports her. Please allow me to wait on her until the end of my life, and then I will listen and be hired and dispatched by you. " So he touched the gods, praised Song Tao's kindness and filial piety, made an exception and granted leave for nine years, and let Zhang Xiucai act as an agent for the city god.

The detailed and touching description of this scene strongly shows that Song Dao is a scholar with good conduct and noble personality. Later, in a poem written by Song Dao to Zhang Xiucai, there are two sentences: "The flowers are always in spring, and the night is self-evident", which is neat and neat.

This opposition reveals that Song Dao is a gifted scholar, with an open-minded and bold personality, indifferent to fame and fortune, open-minded, pursuing freedom, and without the poverty of other pedantic literati. Therefore, we can say that Song Dao described by the author is a scholar with both ability and political integrity.

Between being an official and being filial, he can be filial first. This is undoubtedly a powerful criticism for those who are obsessed with officials and heartless and unfilial.

He is noble and talented, but he has always been just an old pedant. This is undoubtedly a satire and criticism to the dark society where talents are buried.

This one.

7. Who has a strange story from a strange studio to translate? I translate paragraph by paragraph.

This is ventriloquism.

One day, a young woman came to this village She is about twenty-four or five years old. I saw her.

Carry a medicine box with you and sell medicine to treat diseases in the village.

When people in the village heard about it, they all came out to see her for treatment. But the young woman said she couldn't prescribe medicine.

Fang, ask the gods after dark. People waited patiently for the night to come.

In the evening, she cleaned a small room and shut herself up. village

People in the room gathered around the doors and windows, listening attentively. At that time, people consciously stopped making noise, only

Someone is whispering. After a while, there was no sound inside and outside the small house.

As night fell, people suddenly heard the sound of curtains being lifted in the hut. Young women are at

Inside, she asked, "Is Aunt Jiu there?" Only heard another woman answer: "coming!" " "Ask again:" La!

Did May come with Jiugu? "I'm coming," said a maid. Then, these three women

People are talking endlessly. After a while, people outside heard the sound of curtain hooks in the hut again.

The young woman said, "Aunt Liu is here." The person next to her said, "Chun Mei came with his little son.

Hey. A woman said, "Stubborn constantly chauffeured! Coax him, he won't sleep, and he has to follow Aunt Liu.

His body seems to weigh thousands of pounds. It's tiring to carry him behind his back! "

Then, I heard a young woman's thanks, a greeting from my ninth aunt, a polite greeting from my sixth aunt, and two maids.

The voices comforting each other, the children's laughter, the crowd arguing and quarreling. The young woman smiled and said:

"The little boy likes to play so much that he still holds the cat." At this time, the sound inside slowly becomes smaller.

Then the curtain rang again and there was movement in the hut. Someone asked, "How did Fourth Aunt come?"

How late? "A young girl whispered," more than one thousand miles, I went with my aunt.

For a long time, my aunt walked too slowly. "So, another greeting, moving seats, called Tim.

The sound of benches and chairs, all kinds of voices are intertwined, and the room is full of noise. It took some time to settle down.

Until then, people outside the small house heard the young woman seek treatment from the fairy. nine

Gu thinks ginseng should be used, Liu Gu thinks astragalus should be used and Atractylodes macrocephala should be used. They think about it.

Wait a minute. Then, I heard Jiugu calling for pen and ink. Soon, the paper creaked, and I took out my pen and put it on my sleeve.

Throw it on the table and jingle. The sound of grinding ink is clear. After writing the prescription, Jiugu threw the pen on the table.

Go ahead, grab the medicine and pack it, and make a susu sound. After a while, the young woman opened the curtain and called the patients in the village.

Took the medicine and prescription, and then turned back to the room. Then, I heard my third aunt say goodbye and three maids say goodbye.

Children babble and kittens meow, all at the same time. Jiugu's voice is ringing and loud, Liugu

The voice is slow and old, the voice of the fourth aunt is soft and tactful, and the voices of the three maids also have their own characteristics.

People with faces can clearly tell. People in the village heard this "fairy meeting" and thought that they really

Everyone is a fairy, amazing. The sick man took back the prescription that the young woman asked the fairy for advice.

The medicine is finished, but the condition has not improved. Later, talented people came forth in large numbers in the village.

Bai, that young woman is performing ventriloquism, but there is no fairy. She's just using ventriloquism.

To sell their own herbs.