Ouyang Xiu may also be nearsighted. Ye Mengde, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said in the annotation of Shi Lin Yanyu Volume 10 that Ouyang Wenzhong was nearsighted and often difficult to read but made people read and listen. After several years in the government, every time I entered the article, I didn't feel that different people really had their own faces. Therefore, ancient myopia patients still wanted to study without glasses, so they either put their eyes close to books or looked for a book to read. What else can they do? Feng Menglong, a writer in Ming Dynasty, wrote a poem mocking myopia in Guangxiao Fu, exaggerating the inconvenience that myopia brought to life. Laughing at your strange eyes, Gigi Lai stood beside him and asked who was picking up a stick with marbles on the window sill. I was black and blue because I looked at the painted wall, and because I locked the book box with my eyebrows, what's even more ridiculous is that I blew the lamp and burned my lips.
Looking at the records of ancient books, we will know that in fact, we have already invented products similar to glasses, which can be used in vague life. Secondly, the ancients were not prone to myopia, because there were not so many street buildings, and those scenic spots that we rarely see today were not taken seriously by our neighbors. Besides, at that time, you didn't have to hit the keyboard to read and write. Before the invention of papermaking and the imperial examination system in Sui and Tang Dynasties, even reading was the work of the rich, and the poor didn't even have to read books.
Therefore, myopia mostly belongs to the patent of rich people. Generally speaking, the frequency of myopia was very low in the past. If the poor get myopia, they can only bear it. As long as it doesn't affect their normal life, most people won't think about wearing glasses. Moreover, in ancient times, the requirements for vision were not as high as today. They don't need to operate so many sophisticated instruments. I can't seem to write 14 in brush every day when I look at the big words of beans. Smiling at your strange eyes, Gigi Lai stood beside him, asking through the window lattice who was holding the marbles, and the moonlight moved to pick up branches, wiping her nose because she looked at the painted wall. It is even more ridiculous to lock the book box and blow the lamp to burn your lips.