1. Classical Chinese translation of "Father is Son"
When Chang'an was at its peak, there was a Taoist priest who claimed to have obtained an exquisite elixir. His face was very young, but he said he was more than three hundred years old. People in Kyoto are envious of him. Those who bring things to exchange for elixirs and hold up warps to ask for prescriptions make this place a bustling place. Once, several officials came to visit. After having had enough wine and food, the gatekeeper came and reported: "Your son has come to Beijing from the village and wants to take a look at you." The Taoist priest was displeased. When the guests heard that, someone said, "Young Master has come a long way, why don't you meet him." The Taoist priest frowned for a moment, and then said, "Let him in." After a while, they saw an old man with white hair at the temples, stooped, and came forward to the Taoist priest. bow down. After bowing and entering the middle gate, the Taoist priest slowly said to the guests: "The child is stupid and refuses to take the elixir, which leads to this. He is not yet a hundred years old, and he is haggard. I have driven him to a mountain village." "The guests worshiped him even more as a god. Later, someone asked privately about the priest's relatives, and they said: "The old man is the Taoist priest's father." People who like Taoism were deceived by him, just like babies.
There are no unrealistic and whimsical things in the world. Only science based on objective reality and truth-seeking can truly convince people. 2. Classical Chinese Translation of "Father is Son"
When Chang'an was in its prime, there was a Taoist priest who claimed to have obtained an exquisite elixir. His face was very young, but he said he was more than three hundred years old.
People in Kyoto are envious of him. Those who bring things to exchange for elixirs and hold up warps to ask for prescriptions make this place bustling with people. Once, several officials came to visit.
After having had enough wine and food, the gatekeeper came and reported: "Your son has come to Beijing from the village and wants to take a look at you." The Taoist priest was displeased.
The guests heard that someone said, "Young Master has come all the way, so why not meet him." The Taoist frowned for a moment, then said, "Let him in."
After a while, I saw an old man with white hair on his temples and a hunched body. He came forward and knelt down to the Taoist priest. After bowing and entering the middle gate, the Taoist priest slowly said to the guests: "The child is stupid and refuses to take the elixir, which leads to this.
He is not yet a hundred years old, and he is haggard. , I have banished him to the hut in the mountain village." The guests worshiped him even more as a god.
Later, someone asked privately about the priest's relatives, and (relatives) said: "The old man is the Taoist priest's father." People who like Taoism were deceived by him, just like babies.
There are no unrealistic and whimsical things in the world. Only science based on objective reality and truth-seeking can truly convince people. 3. Answers to the reading questions in "Father, Father, Son"
Father, Father, Son, I, my father, and my son are dining at the same table, and my wife is always shuttling between the stove and the dining table. Nothing can be better than now. Feel the connection of human inheritance.
We form a complete system, hinting at the mysteries of the universe. The value of life and the meaning of replacement are naturally revealed at this moment.
When three generations of grandparents were dining at the same table, my son seemed particularly excited, his eyes flashing from side to side. This little kid who had just turned 6 years old found it funny: Why do their faces look so similar, and how do they talk and eat in the same tone? Very similar, even the fleeting smile on the corner of the mouth was exactly the same, so he started to giggle. As for me, I couldn't talk to my ignorant son, and I couldn't communicate with my father who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. I was silent and in an awkward situation.
My father kept talking during the dinner, with a loud voice. He is already over seventy years old, and he is energetic and thinks clearly, but his eyelids are inevitably loose, his face is wrinkled, his back is stooped, and he has shrunk, showing the usual ugliness of the elderly.
At the dinner table, I never dared to look at him seriously, because I saw from him that a few years later, I will definitely become an ugly old man and sit where my father is sitting now. In addition to enjoying family happiness, there is only the joy of showing disobedience to old age.
How strongly everything at this moment reminds me how to gain the value of life! However, a frightening thought flashed through my mind. When I am approaching old age, even if my son sitting next to me talks to me, it will only be perfunctory, just like what I am pretending to be today.
This guy may not have the same level of self-cultivation as I do, and he may not understand the ethics of ethics, so he would leave me alone and be embarrassed. There is nothing more painful than knowing this.
Whenever three generations of grandparents and grandchildren stay together, I always feel left out. I am superfluous.
As soon as his grandfather appeared, his grandson called out "Grandpa——" in a long and trembling voice, which made the old man burst into tears. He had never called "Daddy" in this tone.
The grandson's affection for his father seems to be innate. When he first learned to call people, he called him "Grandpa", as if he naturally understood the blood connection with him. The child and his grandfather actually don't see each other often, sometimes only once a month or two. The child is not estranged, but once they meet, the "grandpa" is particularly affectionate, which makes them miss him.
Sometimes when my father comes over and the child takes a nap in the kindergarten, he will stand in front of the window of the kindergarten dormitory, staring blankly at his sleeping grandson, which makes me deeply moved. Searching through my childhood memories, I found that he had never loved me so deeply, but the pain of being beaten roughly many times was still indelible.
Genetic factors determine that my son is a strong and arrogant guy. From him I regained the edge that had been smoothed by life, and he was vividly replaying my past.
Every time we dine, he likes to occupy my seat, as if he can satisfy some desire. From my son, I discovered with shame the degradation of my own "seed".
He is stronger than me. By a strange combination of circumstances, the blood of my ancestors was not reflected in my body, but returned to him.
His male consciousness is particularly strong. When sleeping in the cradle, he refuses to be embraced by any other woman except his mother. When I was a child, I was afraid of injections and seeing blood, but he looked at the nurse's syringe with a smile, as if nothing was wrong, leaving the crying and shouting children in the injection room in a daze.
Once, his forehead was hit with an iron object and his skin was torn apart. I didn’t dare to see the bloody wound, and I was so panicked. He didn't cry at first, but he finally cried. He was frightened to cry after learning about the seriousness of the matter from his parents' panic.
From then on, I suspected that there was something wrong with his pain-sensing organs. I pinched him for no reason, and he cried out in pain. The inheritance of blood is destined to have personality conflicts between father and son.
I am the loser in every conflict. For example, when he insisted on buying a toy at the counter, or when he was asked to sleep alone in a separate bed, my son showed crazy fighting spirit, and I sighed and gave in again and again.
Afterwards, I asked myself whether it was too selfish and cruel to torture my son for the dignity of being a father, but at that time I just felt regretful and sorry that I couldn't take care of this little thing. Now, as the Spring Festival approaches, I am traveling from the north to the south to reunite with my family.
My father, my son, and I will eat at the same table again. I will search my guts and try to find something to say to my father to show the harmony between father and son.
I love my father, and my love is inevitably mixed with sympathy for the elderly generation. From a purely rational perspective, to be honest, my father and I have very few things in common except for the connection of emotional and bloodline.
He and I are separated by at least two eras. The differences in tradition give us our own lives, interests, and thinking spaces. It should be said that this is normal, otherwise, how could there be progress in human society? Isn't it that the passage of time has caused the gap between me and him? However, when I am approaching old age, I don’t want my son to talk to me with nonsense. I hope that I can not only maintain an emotional relationship with him, but also communicate with him, have conversations in the open air at the dinner table, and have red-faced arguments. They even nodded and praised each other, saying that living to this point in old age can be said to be the highest, and death is more valuable than life.
This is very difficult. Everything I have done in the rest of my life is just to realize this small long-cherished wish.
1. Why was "I" silent and in an awkward situation at the dinner table? 2. In paragraph 4, “Nothing is more painful than understanding this.” What does “this” specifically refer to? 3. Paragraph 5 intercepts the details of two lives. Please summarize them separately.
4. What is the reason for the estrangement between "I" and my father? 5. The article ends by saying: "Everything I have done in the rest of my life is just to realize this little long-cherished wish." What does "this little long-cherished wish" mean? Do you think it's worth it for the author to do this? 1. Because my father and I have difficulty communicating. 2. This guy may not have the same level of self-cultivation as I do, and he may not understand the ethics of ethics, so he would leave me alone and be embarrassed.
3. (1) The grandson called "Grandpa——" in a long and trembling voice (2) The child was taking a nap in the kindergarten, and he stood in front of the window of the kindergarten dormitory 4. He and I are separated by at least two eras. The differences in tradition give us our own lives, interests, and thinking spaces.
Zhang Anshi himself found that his father and son were in a distinguished position, and felt very uneasy, so he asked to go out to serve as an official on behalf of his son to extend his life, and the emperor made him the governor of the north. Anshi lived in a high position among the princes, with a fiefdom of tens of thousands of households, but he wore thick black silk The wife spun hemp by herself, and had seven hundred slaves, all doing crafts. She ran the business at home, and often accumulated small belongings. Therefore, she was able to continuously increase her property and became richer than the general Huo Guang. The emperor respected the general Huo Guang very much. However, He was close to Zhang Anshi in his heart, even closer than to Huo Guang. In the spring of the fourth year of Yuankang, Zhang Anshi fell ill and submitted a report to the marquis, requesting for retirement. The emperor replied: "The general is old and ill. I sympathize very much. Even if he cannot preside over In affairs, use strategy and wisdom to defeat the enemy. You are the late emperor and an important minister, and you are good at managing chaos. I am not as good as you, so I have asked your opinion many times. What is the resentment that makes you want to write a letter to return the official seal of the general and Marquis Fuping? What? This is treating me unkindly and forgetting old kindness. This is not what I want! I hope the general can eat more, see a doctor, and rest in peace to help me." An Shi reluctantly took charge of the affairs. He died in autumn. The emperor gave him a seal ribbon and buried him with a chariot and warriors. He was given the posthumous title "Jinghou".
Isn’t it good to stick to the old ways and innovate in all aspects? "After the performance was correct, people were worried about Gao Dingzi. He said: "If you are unlucky and encounter bad luck, it is destiny. It is my duty to repay the emperor by saying everything I want to say." After Shi Miyuan died, he gave it to the emperor. Many ministers made suggestions, and knowledgeable people believed that Gao Dingzi had made remarks in advance, which was rarer than others. Soon he also participated in political affairs, so he requested to retire, but was not approved. He tried his best to refuse. After retiring, he lived in Wuzhong, wearing top and bottom clothes. He wears continuous clothes and a wide plain belt, and writes books every day to entertain his body and mind. He retired as a bachelor of Zizheng Palace and was promoted to the first-level official rank. After his death, he was posthumously awarded the title of Shaobao. 6. The title of the classical Chinese essay "Admonishing the Father with Actions". Answer
Translation of "Haratani Admonishes His Father":
Haratani's grandfather is old, and Haratani's parents hate him and want to abandon him. Haratani was fifteen years old at this time, and he persuaded his father Said:
Grandpa has been working hard and frugally all his life. How can you abandon him just because he is old?
My father did not listen to his advice. , made a small cart, carried grandpa and threw it in the wild. Yuan Gu followed behind and brought the cart back alone.
The father asked: "Why did you bring this murder weapon back?" ?
Yuan Gu said that when you come in the future, I won’t have to build another one, so I will put it away now.
My father was very ashamed and regretted his behavior. , so I went to take my grandpa back to support him.
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