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Mobility makes people progress, pride makes people fall behind: the example of Zhongyong

"Injury to Zhongyong"

◆Original text:

Fang Zhongyong, a citizen of Jinxi, lived in farming. For five years, Zhongyong didn't know the writing utensils, so he suddenly cried for it. His father was separated, so he borrowed it from a nearby place and wrote four lines of poems, naming himself. He wrote poems to support his parents. With the intention of collecting the clan, he passed it down to a local scholar to see it. Naturally, he wrote poems about things and established them. His literature and science are all impressive. The people of the town were curious about him. They invited his father for a while, or begged for him with coins. His father benefited from it, so he Zhongyong paid homage to the people in the city and did not let them learn.

I have heard about it for a long time. In the Ming Dynasty, when the ancestors returned home, they met at their uncle's house. It was twelve or three years ago. He was ordered to write poems, but he could not After seven years, he returned from Yangzhou and went to his uncle's house to ask what he had heard. He said, "Everyone is gone!"

◆Translation

Fang Zhongyong, a commoner in Jinxi Farming has been their occupation for generations. When Zhongyong was five years old, he had never seen any writing instruments. He suddenly cried for these things. His father was surprised and borrowed them from a neighbor. He immediately wrote four lines of poetry, and He wrote his own name. The content of this poem was to support his parents and unite the people of the same clan, and it was sent to all the scholars in the township to watch. From then on, some people asked him to write poems based on specific things, and he could finish them immediately. There was something worthy of appreciation. People in the same county were surprised by him, and gradually invited his father to visit him. Some people used money and gifts to ask Zhongyong to write poems. His father thought it was profitable, so he took Fang Zhongyong around every day to visit him. People in the same county did not let him study.

I have heard about this for a long time. During the Ming Dynasty, I followed my father back to his hometown and met Fang Zhongyong at his uncle's house. He was already twelve or thirteen years old. Asking him to write poems was no longer worthy of what I had heard before. Seven years later, I came back from Yangzhou and went to my uncle's house. I asked about Fang Zhongyong's situation. My uncle said: "Only when he disappears completely, just like ordinary people." "

Or: The story of the race between the tortoise and the hare:

The hare has four legs and can run very fast. The turtle also has four legs. It crawls, crawls, crawls so slowly. One day, the hare met the tortoise and said with a smile: "Turtle, tortoise, let's race, okay?" The tortoise knew that the hare was making fun of him, stared at him with his small eyes, and ignored him or stepped on him. The hare knew that the tortoise did not dare to race with him, so he jumped up and down happily with his ears waving, and made up a folk song to laugh at him: Tortoise, tortoise, crawl, go out early in the morning to pick flowers; tortoise, tortoise, walk, still at home in the evening. The tortoise got angry and said, "Rabbit, rabbit, don't be so arrogant, let's have a race." "What, what? Tortoise, what did you say?" "Let's have a race." Hearing this, the rabbit almost burst out laughing. Rabbit said: "Turtle, do you really dare to race with me? Well, let's start from here and see who can reach the big tree at the foot of the mountain first. Get ready! One, two, three, ---" Rabbit He ran as fast as he could, running so fast, and he ran very far in a short while. He looked back and saw that the tortoise had only crawled a short distance. He thought to himself: What a big joke that the tortoise dared to race with the hare! I'll sleep here for a long time and let him crawl here. No, let him crawl to the front. I will catch up with him in a few jumps. "La la la, la la la, victory must be mine!" Rabbit tilted his body to the ground, closed his eyelids, and really fell asleep. Besides, the tortoise crawled really slowly, but he kept crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling, and by the time he reached the rabbit, he was exhausted. The hare is still sleeping, and the tortoise also wants to take a rest, but he knows that the hare can run faster than him, and he can only win if he keeps climbing. So, he kept crawling, crawling, crawling forward. We are getting closer and closer to the big tree, only a few dozen steps away, a dozen steps away, a few steps away... Finally we are here. Where's the rabbit? He is still sleeping! The rabbit woke up and looked back. Alas, why was the turtle missing? Looking further forward, oh, this is incredible! The turtle has climbed under the big tree. The hare was very anxious when he saw it. He hurried to catch up but it was already too late. The tortoise had already won. The turtle won.

The hare runs fast and the tortoise runs slowly. Why did the tortoise win this race?

Example of hard work paying off:

The British Prime Minister Churchill during the Second World War was an outstanding speaker and was listed as one of the top 10 famous orators in the world. one. However, when Churchill gave a speech in Parliament for the first time, he stumbled into a big somersault - when he was halfway through his speech, he suddenly forgot the next part and couldn't remember it. He was so depressed that he had to interrupt his speech and awkwardly Return to your seat. But he was not discouraged, devoted himself to studying speech skills, and often exercised his oral expression skills. Hard work paid off, and Churchill finally became a famous orator and outstanding politician in the 20th century.

Jianzhen became a monk at the age of 18 and studied Buddhism assiduously. In 742, Japan sent Ronghe and Puzhao to China to invite the eminent monk Jianzhen to serve as a Buddhist preacher in Japan. Jianzhen failed to cross eastward three times, and his ship was drifted to Hainan Island. In 753, Japan sent an envoy to China for the tenth time. The hard work paid off, and Jianzhen finally traveled eastward to Kyushu, Japan with the Japanese envoy.

Li Bai, the famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, did not like studying when he was a child. He often skipped school and wandered on the streets.

One day, Li Bai did not go to school again. He wandered around the street and looked here and there, and unknowingly arrived outside the city. The warm sunshine, cheerful birds, and flowers and plants swaying in the wind made Li Bai sigh, "With such good weather, how boring would it be to read in the house all day?"

Walking, in a At the door of the dilapidated hut, an old woman with white hair sat grinding an iron pestle as thick as a stick. Li Bai walked over and said, "Old woman, what are you doing?" "I want to grind this iron pestle into an embroidery needle." The old woman raised her head, smiled at Li Bai, and then lowered her head to continue grinding. "Embroidery needle?" Li Bai asked again: "Is it an embroidery needle used for sewing clothes?" "Of course!" "But the iron pestle is so thick, when will it be ground into a thin embroidery needle?" The old woman asked Li Bai: " A drop of water can penetrate a stone, and a foolish old man can move a mountain. Why can't an iron pestle be ground into an embroidery needle? " "But you are so old? " " As long as I work harder than others, there is nothing I can't do. "The old woman's words made Li Bai very ashamed, so after he returned, he never skipped school again. I also studied very hard every day, and finally became a poet who will be famous throughout the ages.