writings in the vernacular
There was a farmer in Song State. He worked in the fields every day. One day, the farmer was working in the field when suddenly a hare ran out of the grass. The rabbit was frightened by the people it saw. It ran as fast as it could. As a result, it hit the root of a farmer's field, broke its neck and died. The farmer put down his farm work and went to pick up the dead rabbit. He is very happy for his good luck. When he got home at night, the farmer gave the dead rabbit to his wife. The wife cooked delicious rabbit meat, and the couple had a delicious meal with laughter. The next day, the farmer went to work in the fields as usual, but he was no longer as absorbed as before. Waiting for unexpected gains
After working for a while, he glanced at the grass and listened, hoping that another rabbit would run out and hit the stump. In this way, he worked absently all day and didn't finish hoeing the ground. He didn't see any rabbits coming out until dark, so he went home reluctantly. On the third day, the farmer came to the field and had no intention of hoeing the ground. He put the farm tools aside and sat on the ridge next to the stump, waiting for the wild rabbits to come out. But I waited for another day in vain. Later, the farmer stood by the stump every day, hoping to find the rabbit again, but he never got it again. But the seedlings in the farmland withered because of him. As a result, farmers became the laughing stock of the Song people.
Explaining metaphor adheres to narrow experience; Don't know how to change; Or get lucky and get something for nothing