It is said that when the free and easy Banqiao left the temple, it left a pair of couplets between the lines of the monks:
Sit down, sit down, sit down;
Tea, tea, tea.
Later, when the literati learned about this, they were very proud. They think that Zheng Banqiao mocked the monk and vividly described the indifference of the world. The world is like a cold house. You are like a pile of wood. The fire is getting stronger and stronger, and more and more people come to keep warm. When the woodpile goes out, sometimes it will burn out and sometimes it will be blown out by the cold wind. Most people are scattered. Only those who have good memories can remember its warmth. Only sincere people quietly collect firewood to help you rekindle your love. But few people have good memories, and even fewer people are sincere, so there is sigh and indignation.
In fact, there is no need to lament and indignation. The blazing flame itself is strength and achievement. Originally it was to warm the world. The cold air in the pocket blew out and burned again. Really come out, please ask the world to seek new warmth as soon as possible, and you can rest quietly. But this is only one meaning. For Banqiao, the monk is the master of the temple. I don't know, sitting is polite, drinking tea is polite. When you know that you are really capable, you will be invited into the house to meet each other, which shows that you are eager for talents and have a broad mind. If you can see such a boss in your life, you are lucky. If you don't know the goods, you won't even sit down, let alone show your skills. Many monks sitting in the temple are ignorant.
There's another floor. If Banqiao is empty, like vinegar bought at twenty cents, cheap and sour, full of foul language, will the old monk still let you sit down and offer you fragrant teas? Step out of the door and calm down. The key is to have goods in your stomach. With commodities, the world will change.