Look at Mr. Shi Shiyu first (1756- 1837, 1790 champion):
Tea, smoke, clear cranes and dreams, and poetry couch listens to Qin.
It's extremely comfortable and quiet. The sound of the piano is like birds singing in the valley, which sets off the quietness in seclusion.
The following are a pair of Qing Dynasty scholar Wu Xiqi (1746- 18 18):
Stir-fry bamboo leaves in spring and listen to banana in the rain.
This couplet is still written quietly and comfortably, which shows that it is still so meaningful and indifferent.
There is also a male scholar named Li Zhenjun (1794- 1839, 1829 scholar):
Wash inkstone fish swallow ink, make tea crane to avoid smoke.
Still as quiet as the above two couplets. A "swallowing" and a "avoiding" give the secluded place a little vitality and more vitality.
Let's look at a pair of Hu Linyi (1812-1861):
Wash inkstones and warm water in Yichun, burn incense and love the afternoon breeze.
The first part is still "washing inkstones", and the second part is "burning incense".
Clean air is great, but a cultured person will light some incense. People in the upper class will always be a little different, flaunting themselves as different from ordinary people.
Let's look at Mr. Zhang Tingji (1768- 1848):
A few plum blossoms and a half moon, a few poems and a furnace of incense.
Plum, moon, poetry and fragrance are props for literati to enjoy elegance and comfort. Although life is like a play, how can you do it by acting alone? If there are no props, it is not a clever woman who can't cook without rice. If you want to live in peace, you must prepare your weapons first.
Then look at Mr. Zhang Wanzhi (181-1897, 1847 champion). This pair of words and calligraphy is so beautiful. As mentioned before, I'll show it here to strengthen my impression.
Seeing flowers and listening to bamboo hearts is nothing, sweeping the floor and burning incense is more fun.
Looking at the prime minister's comfortable life, what can we say? Maybe I can only sigh: hey-poverty limits my imagination, and I want to trade comfort for rice.
Finally, Mr. Weng Fanggang (1733- 18 18) has a pair-burning incense is tacky and I have orchids;
Bamboo leaves in the court always think about wine, but orchids in the room are not fragrant. ?
? Some people "mow the grass at noon", some people "drink and burn incense", the farmer's heart is like soup, and his son Wang Sun shakes his fan. Isn't that fair?
For such "unfairness", we need to think calmly and treat it rationally. In a freely developing society, under the adjustment of "invisible hand", the rich and the poor will always tend to be normally distributed. State regulation is only to avoid excessive differences. Imagine-if the gap between the rich and the poor is really eliminated, how can society have the motivation to progress!
Don't be jealous of other people's happiness, because others must have experienced pain. Some people's comfort today may have been earned by generations of efforts.