The Hunting Director's Book of Training Pigeons (2)
"Hehe-what new tricks are you playing? The drunkard's intention is not the wine. Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone. Do you know the saying,'Everyone knows the heart of Sima Zhao'?”the little fly asked the mixed director. The mixed chairman shook his head. "Sigh, it's so sad. If you don't study, you won't know anything. "Listen," Little Fly said,"Sima Zhao was from the State of Wei during the Three Kingdoms period. His father's name was Sima Yi, a general of the State of Wei. After Cao Pi's death, the power of Wei fell into Sima Yi's hands. After Sima Yi's death, his eldest son, Sima Shi, assisted the thirteen-year-old Emperor Cao Mao. He was more powerful than Sima Yi, but not long after, he died of illness. When Sima Shi was seriously ill, he handed over all the power to his younger brother Sima Zhao. After Sima Zhao took over the power, his ambition grew and he always wanted to replace Cao Mao. He constantly eliminated dissidents and attacked political opponents. The young Cao Mao knew that even if he was a puppet emperor, he could not be the leader. He would be killed by Sima Zhao sooner or later, so he decided to take the risk and use a sudden attack to kill Sima Zhao. One day, Cao Mao summoned his trusted ministers and said to them," Sima Zhao's intention is obvious to all passers-by. I cannot bear the shame of being overthrown in vain. I want you to fight him with me. Several ministers knew that doing so was equivalent to a moth flying into the fire, so they advised him to endure for the time being. One of them called Wang Jing said to Cao Mao: The current power was in Sima Zhao's hands, and all the civil and military officials in the court were his people. General, your strength is weak. If you act rashly, the consequences will be unimaginable. You should consider it carefully.
Cao Mao did not listen to his advice and personally led hundreds of servants and guards to attack Sima Zhao. Who knew that one of the ministers had already reported this news to Sima Zhao. Sima Zhao immediately sent troops to intercept and kill Cao Mao.
Later on, people used the phrase 'Sima Zhao's heart,' everyone knows 'to explain that the ambitions of the schemers were very obvious and were already known by everyone.
"Do you understand after listening to this allusion?”"You mean the Spectre Kingdom used-" Fly "Shh!”"Stop! As for the role of carrier pigeons, pigeons were very sensitive to the Earth's magnetic field and especially homesick. This was their innate advantage. After systematic training, pigeons could carry out letters from different places. Since ancient times, they had been angels of information transmission.”"Hehehe, you are a poor playboy, hungry and happy; Under the coptis tree, he played the zither to make music in bitterness. He was just trying to make me happy. There's a story behind the pigeon?" "Hehehe, then I'll just brag a few stories for you to see." Little Fly then told the story of the Dragon's Gate Array,"I'll let you enjoy the poem of the poet's pigeon first: (Author: Mei Yaochen, Dynasty: Song) When I'm alone, there are wild pigeons, blind eyes and spring doves. Hungry for food, stand at the head of my south house. I see it as if I don't see it, what can I ask for at night? One day I came out of the crowd by chance and played in the air. Who borrow wind chime sound, day and night sound ceaseless. Hunger has not changed, wings like my enemy. Bright ah, there is a dew phoenix, heaven can not compare with you. I'm in the middle of it, looking back at me alone. The phoenix came to my way, and the phoenix left my way. Pigeon, what do you do? Don't dirty my pot.
A modern poet wrote a poem about a pigeon:
pigeons
The first thing that covered the morning bell was the peach blossom that danced last night. The death of spring had stopped all the cries of life. It is an April morning, when I am still sorting out last night's dream, the pigeons are chirping, brightening my heavy eyes. She flapped her slender wings and raised the brilliant sun. At the moment when the dove flew, light poured into the cup of heaven and earth. From the cooing sound, he walked out of the flying posture. It cut through the confused sky, all the mysteries. They all rode on the back of the pigeon, blowing a scorching wind. The wind always walked with the posture of a young girl. It made all the sturdy walls collapse in a smile, and the moment when the sky was filled with mist was remembered by the pigeons. They were the first to stand in the wind and rain.
"Aiyo, Little Fly, you're too awesome! Tsk tsk---if only I could remember so much.”"Hahaha, are you envious? I believe you can do it. The key was to study! Studying! In the vast culture of our country, there are many classic reading sentences that inspire generations to work hard.”Listen carefully: "The third watch is the time for men to study. Black hair does not know to study hard early, white head just regret reading late.”If you don't read for a day, everything will be barren. Li Xu. Birds want to fly high first wings, people want to advance first reading. -- Li Kuchan. There is no other way to read, but to be determined and open-minded, to repeatedly study and play, to achieve merit. - Zhu Xi. To establish oneself is to establish learning first, and to establish learning is to read as the foundation. -- Ouyang Xiu. Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles. Liu Yi. Black hair does not know to study hard early, white head just regret reading late. -- Yan Zhenqing. The book is full of emotion like an old friend, morning and evening sad and happy often close to each other. -- Yu Qian. Books are like medicines, and good reading can cure stupidity. -- Liu Xiang. Don't be idle, white youth's head, empty sorrow. -- Yue Fei's "The River Is Red." He worked hard to read all the words in the world and determined to read all the books in the world. -- Su Shi. Birds want to fly high first wings, people want to advance first reading. -- Li Kuchan. When you are determined, you should think of your true character. When you study, you must work hard. -- Ruan Yuan. When the book arrived, it was too late to regret that it was too little, and things were not difficult to understand without passing through. -- Lu You [Song]
A bookworm must be good at writing, and a bookworm must be good at writing. -- Pu Songling. Reading a book a hundred times, the meaning is self-evident. " History of the Three Kingdoms "" Hey, little fly, you're too awesome!"”The mixed director was simply entranced. "Hehehe, there are more and better reading stories. Do you want to hear them?”"Of course I want to hear it. Why don't you tell me slowly?"
During the Western Han Dynasty, there was a farmer's child named Kuang Heng. When he was young, he wanted to study, but because his family was poor, he did not have the money to go to school. Later on, he learned how to read from a relative, and that was how he got the ability to read.
Kuang Heng couldn't afford books, so he borrowed books to read. At that time, books were very expensive, and people who had books would not lend them to others easily. Kuang Heng would work part-time for rich families during the busy farming season. He did not need to pay them, only asking them to lend him books.
After a few years, Kuang Heng grew up and became the main labor force in the family. He worked in the fields all day long and only had time to read a little during the afternoon break. Therefore, it often took him ten days to finish reading a book. Kuang Heng was very anxious and thought to himself,"I don't have time to read during the day, so I can use the time at night to read." But Kuang Heng's family was very poor and couldn't afford the oil to light the lamp.
One night, Kuang Heng was lying in bed reciting the books he had read during the day. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a ray of light coming through the wall in the east. He stood up and walked to the wall to take a look. Ah! It turned out that the neighbor's light was coming through the cracks in the wall. Kuang Heng thought of a solution. He took a small knife and made a bigger hole in the wall. This way, the light coming in was also bigger. He leaned against the light coming in and started reading.
Kuang Heng studied hard like this and later became a very knowledgeable person. "Do you understand this story?" asked the little fly. " Oh, interesting. I wanted to study, but my family was poor. Tsk tsk, I couldn't even afford oil for the electric lamp. So I made a hole in the wall to let the light from my neighbor's house pass through, so I could use the light to study. "Not simple," Little Fly commented. This story was called the idiom of chiseling a wall to steal light. On the surface, it meant to borrow the candlelight of a neighbor to read. Now, this idiom was used to describe studying hard.
"The environment and conditions of the ancients were worlds apart from ours," said Little Fly with emotion. However, even under such conditions, he still tried his best to study. "What's 'The Snow in the Nang'?”Little Fly said,"
Nang Ying of the idiom "Nang Yang Ying Xue" was from a poor family in the Jin Dynasty. They had no money to buy lamp oil and wanted to study at night, so they caught a handful of fireflies to use as lamps to study in summer nights. Sun Kang of the Jin Dynasty used the light reflected by the snow to read in the winter night. During the Jin Dynasty, Che Yin was studious since he was a child, but because of his poor family, his father could not provide him with a good learning environment. In order to maintain his food and clothing, he did not have extra money to buy lamp oil for him to study at night. For this reason, he could only use the time during the day to recite poems. One summer night, he was memorizing an article in the yard when he suddenly saw many fireflies flying in the low sky. The flickering light spots were dazzling in the darkness. He thought that if many fireflies were gathered together, wouldn't they become a lamp? So, he went to find a white silk bag, grabbed dozens of fireflies and put them in it, tied the bag, and hung it up. Although it wasn't very bright, it could barely be used to read books. From then on, as long as there were fireflies, he would catch one and use it as a lamp. Because of his hard work, he finally became a high-ranking official. The same was true for Sun Kang of the same dynasty. As she had no money to buy lamp oil, she could not read at night and could only go to bed early. He felt that it was a pity to let time slip away like this. One night, he woke up from his sleep. When he turned his head to the window, he found a trace of light seeping through the crack in the window. It turned out that it was reflected by the snow and could be used to read books. Thus, he immediately put on his clothes, took out his books, and went out of the house. The snow reflected on the vast ground was much brighter than in the house. Sun Kang ignored the cold and immediately started reading. His hands and feet were frozen, so he got up and ran while rubbing his fingers. From then on, every snowy night, he would not let go of this good opportunity and study tirelessly. This spirit of hard work had made his knowledge advance by leaps and bounds, and he had become a well-learned man. Later, he became a high-ranking official. "Hey, boss, do you understand these two stories?”asked the little fly.
"Hahaha, I really understand.”"Aiyo, our boss has improved. What do you think?" "Che Yin of the Jin Dynasty was poor when he was young. In the summer, he used fireflies in his training bag to illuminate his reading. Reflecting Snow: Sun Kang of the Jin Dynasty often used the reflection of snow to read in winter. "Hehe-I feel ashamed of myself when I hear that-""Tell me about it-""Look, our school today: As soon as you walked into the school, you would see the flower beds on the campus. There were many flowers planted in the flower beds. Red, purple, pink, green, yellow, and white. All kinds of colors were mixed together and colorful, adding endless vitality to the campus. In the colorful spring, the flowers raised their tender smiles and competed with each other. The bright red petals of the Chinese roses were in full bloom on the branches. The color was so thick and pure, without a trace of color. It seemed to be a burning flame. Butterflies and bees came one after another, decorating the beautiful flower bed, adding some vitality to the flower bed. In the middle of the flower bed was a tall osmanthus tree. The leaves of the osmanthus tree were green and sparkled under the sun, like a piece of green gem. Every August and September, when the osmanthus flowers bloomed, the entire school would be immersed in the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers. Even people would feel much more energetic when they smelled the fragrance. There were two pomegranate trees on both sides of the flower bed. They looked like two soldiers guarding the flower bed day and night. The pink and white teaching buildings were arranged one after another under the morning glow, adding a touch of red to the beautiful campus morning. From the two upright teaching buildings came the sound of books. It was the harmonious music on the piano of Einstein. It was the beginning of the day. Occasionally, there would be a sweet laugh along with the breeze. It was an interlude when he was buried in his studies all day. There were rows of neat and beautiful desks in the bright and clean classrooms, modern teaching blackboards with large screens, and red and white plastic running tracks. During the break, we students lay on the artificial lawn, rolling and chatting. He would play Eagle and Chicks with his classmates, hide and seek, or lie on the lawn and look at the blue sky. Or kicking the shuttlecock flying up and down with the students…Entering the class, seeing the teacher's stern but kind face, and the students 'unfamiliar but smiling faces-in order to encourage us to study, there are two meals a day, one egg and milk-you see, they are even more noble than the ancient kings. The ancients were poor, but they still studied hard. As for me, I was born in such a good environment, but I didn't know how to be blessed. I didn't know how to be grateful and repay society. I was simply a disappointing fool!”"Hehehe, it's rare for our bastard to be so sensible. What people were most afraid of was not knowing how lucky they were. You haven't heard the story-it'll open your eyes-"
Little Fly flipped through the heavenly book again,"
A long time ago, a poor man died and found himself in a wonderful place with beautiful gardens, dazzling entertainment, and endless food. The servant told him that he was the owner of this place. Whatever he wanted to eat, whatever he wanted to play, he could enjoy everything here to his heart's content. The man was surprised but also glad. Isn't this my dream in this world? Therefore, he immersed himself in beauty and delicious food every day. He had never felt so happy before.
However, the days passed. The food was not so delicious anymore, the games were getting more and more boring, and the women who once made him feel as beautiful as a fairy could no longer arouse his interest. Every morning when he woke up, he did not know how to pass the time, so he said to the servant, This kind of life is very boring. I need to do something. Can you find me a job? To his great surprise, this request was rejected. The servant said, I'm sorry, but there's no work for you here. In his frustration, he said angrily, This is too bad. If I had known this would happen, I would have gone to hell! Hearing his complaint, the servant replied gently, Sir, where do you think you are? In other words, this was hell.
He had a job where he could support himself. It was a kind of happiness. Hungry to eat is happiness, thirsty to drink is happiness; Sleeping when you are tired is bliss, love when you are lonely is bliss; In danger, safety was bliss. Everyone understood this logic. But if you eat too much and don't eat, it's bliss, if you drink too much, it's bliss. Sleeping too much and finding something to do is happiness, loving too much and being alone is happiness; There was too much safety. Adventuring and seeking excitement was bliss. Many people often did not understand the latter half of the truth.
The greatest misfortune of a person is to not know how to be blessed when you are blessed.
It was even funnier to be young in the modern era. In parks, squares, and under the trees, he could always hear young men and women chatting. They complained one after another about their intense work, saying that they were exhausted from getting up early and going to bed late every day. He did not know when it would end. Everyone was already familiar with this kind of complaint. It was common knowledge that the competition among young people was intense and the pressure to survive was great. However, what the girl said next made everyone else laugh. She said that if there was a next life, she hoped to become a pig. She would eat, sleep, sleep, and eat without worrying about anything. The young man added,"Haha, it's better to go to the old crow's resting island. Once you open your mouth, the old crow will eat."
This young man was a worker. He had come to the city from other places to work. He found a job as a driver for his boss. This kind of work was not very tiring, but it was time-consuming. No matter if it was morning or night, his boss would call him at any time. This young man from the countryside often followed his boss to high-end restaurants and various entertainment venues, but most of the time he could only wait in the car, waiting for his boss to finish his business and send his boss and his ever-changing lovers back to their residence. He told her that this kind of life was very boring. The only way to pass the time was to sleep in the car or close her eyes and listen to music.
When the others heard this, they encouraged him to take the opportunity to read and learn some culture. It was not only to enrich the content of life, but also a kind of accumulation in life.
The young man shook his head decisively. It was useless to learn those things. There were so many college students who could not find a job with a diploma. Even if he really became an intellectual, he might not be able to earn more money. This young man liked to buy lottery tickets and bought them every week. He had also won a few small prizes like ten yuan, but he had gotten nothing at other times, which was much worse than his investment.
Others told him that the probability of hitting the jackpot was very low. It was like a plane dropping a big cake in the sky above Beijing. The possibility of hitting you was almost zero. However, the young man still persevered and insisted that he would not be able to earn the money he wanted in his life with his own ability. Other than buying lottery tickets, he could not see the opportunity to change his fate.
Someone asked,"What if you win a million yuan prize? What are you going to do?" The young man smiled longingly and said that he had already planned to buy a bigger house first, then buy a luxury car, and then go to the high-end places that the boss went to to "spend". Others asked: How to spend? He said that he wanted to order a few tables of the most expensive dishes, and he wanted to call a beautiful lady to serve him. Someone would bring water to her when she was thirsty. When she was tired, someone would massage her. This was the life of an immortal.
Haha, this was the dream paradise of modern youngsters. "Hehehe…I heard…" The hoodlum seemed to have opened his hut and laughed."It's really better to listen to your Dragon's Gate Array than to study for three years. There was a golden house in the Dragon Gate Array, and there was a beautiful woman in the Dragon Gate Array. Hahaha-Hey, continue-"" Don't rush-"" Haha, aren't you done flipping through the Heavenly Book?”
" Hehehe, I think you've been mesmerized by the Dragon's Gate Array. Gold, silver, and jade pigeons have jumped into the basin to bathe."
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