I was probably still reading a small fable in classical Chinese. I like it very much because of the twists and turns of the story. After copying it in a notebook, I often take it out and appreciate it repeatedly, and I have already remembered it in my heart. Sometimes when I sit idle, wait for someone, and feel upset, I will just hold a pen and write it down.
Original text [I once heard of a spiritual child in the countryside, and everyone in the neighbors praised it. When he was in his throne, he became a disciple and studied literature. He studied hard for ten years. He could not read 300,000 years after his hair was over. The teacher was disgusted with it and drove him out of the school! 】
[So he followed the martial arts, practiced with swords, guns, swords, and halberds diligently in the cold and heat. When he was in his prime, he met in front of the palace. He sent ten arrows, nine of them missed, and the only arrow was nailed to the prison official's face. The emperor was angry and came out of the martial arts field with thirty sticks! Sigh, sad! 】
[I am determined to study medicine again, hoping that I can save the world by hanging pots, read medical classics and essays, taste all kinds of herbs, and have realized that I have achieved some success in my life. I will write a prescription, decoct it myself, and take it, and then I will die! 】
Translated the general meaning is: Because the prodigy does not match the real name after entering school, it can be said to be a poor student. The teacher "has disgusted" him, and even the teacher hates him. It seems that learning literature is not good.
Then he changed his career to practice martial arts, and he was unable to master swords, guns, swords and halberds, and he failed nine out of ten shots, and he was out of the school field against the emperor.
Finally, it was changed to medical research, and I also wanted to save the world and save lives. When I was in my forties with , I suddenly felt that I had achieved success in my studies, so I started to suffer and drank it. The result is that the word "Zhu" is dead!
This little fable is never tired of reading it, and it is just a pity for the result of this person, alerting yourself.
Once a group of old friends gathered to drink. When talking about topics similar to fairy tales, I couldn't help but show off, recited the original text, and talked about my own thoughts. All friends have similar thinking, all of whom think that the person is not good at learning skills, and accidentally hurts himself and loses his life in vain.
Suddenly someone raised an objection: Did he wake up from nothing and just open the last party for himself to "hang up"?
For decades, I really didn’t think of this problem? Can this guess be seen in the original text?
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