1: Chen Yi eats ink
Comrade Chen Yi loved reading when he was a child. Once, he went to a relative's house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a book that he really wanted to read. When reading a book, immediately go to one side and concentrate on reading it. While reading, mark with a pen. He was completely immersed in the book. His relatives came to urge him to eat several times, but he was reluctant to put the book down.
The relative brought him the freshly steamed glutinous rice cake. Unexpectedly, while he was eating the glutinous rice cake in his mouth, his attention was on the book. The glutinous rice cake was supposed to be dipped in sugar, but he actually put the glutinous rice cake into the inkstone, dipped it in ink, and put it in his mouth. After a while, his relatives brought him noodles again. They saw that his mouth was full of ink, so they called all the relatives and friends. When everyone saw it, they couldn't help laughing. Chen Yi said calmly and humorously: "It doesn't matter if you eat some ink. I just feel that there is too little ink in my stomach."
2: Lenin ate an ink bottle
One year, Lenin was The tsarist government arrested him and locked him in a small single cell. The room was dark, with only a faint light coming from one window. In such an environment, Lenin still insisted on studying and working. While he was studying, he secretly wrote many leaflets and pamphlets to guide the revolutionary struggle outside the prison.
Lenin wrote these secret documents in prison. If the guards discovered it, the time limit would have to be extended. Lenin thought of an ingenious solution. He shaped the bread into an "ink bottle", filled it with milk, and wrote in the blank space of the book. Once the milk is dry, just bake it on the fire and the words will appear. Lenin was very careful when writing. As soon as he heard the door knock, he put the "ink bottle" into his mouth and chewed it. The guards came several times a day to check and never discovered the secret.
One day, Lenin said humorously in a letter to his comrades: I am really unlucky today. I ate "six ink bottles" in a row.
3: No idea
In the past, in order to cultivate a scholar to honor the family, a wealthy family sent their only son to a private school for more than ten years. In the past, this young master from a wealthy family still couldn't recognize a few Chinese characters.
One day, a learned guest came to his house. His father invited the guest to the living room, and the two of them drank tea and chatted. He heard that a learned guest had arrived and wanted to meet him. But then I thought: I can't appear uneducated in front of knowledgeable people, so I picked up a book and walked into the living room. When the guest saw the young master coming in with a book in his hand, he complimented him and said, "The young master is a drinker of ink, so he must be very knowledgeable." After hearing this, his father shook his head and said, "I have been studying for ten years and I have no ideas. Ink cannot be cultivated."
After hearing this, the young master thought to himself: It turns out that the reason why I can't study is because I don't drink ink! So he went back to his room, grinded a full bowl of ink, and drank it "gudonggudong". Feeling that it was not enough, he grinded another bowl, raised his neck and drank it again. Then he ran to the living room happily and said to his father: "Dad, don't tell others that I have no ideas anymore. I just drank A belly full of ink, from now on I should be said to be a 'full belly of ink'"
4: Wang Xizhi dipped in ink
Wang Xizhi is a famous calligrapher in the history of our country, and his works are famous. Later generations admired him. When he was a child, he concentrated on practicing calligraphy at home. He often washed his brushes and inkstones in the pond at home, and the water in the pond gradually became black.
One time Wang Xizhi was practicing writing seriously. He didn’t even notice the steamed buns and garlic juice that the girl brought him. The girl asked him to finish it quickly to avoid starving himself. As a result, Wang Xizhi Still concentrating on practicing calligraphy, the maid saw it and ran to Mrs. Wang Xizhi to tell her about the situation.
The wife was very worried after hearing this. She was afraid that her husband would become obsessed with calligraphy and become indifferent to food and drink, and then hurt his body, so she took the girl to persuade him. Who knew that Wang Xizhi was dipping the steamed buns Ink ate it with relish.
The lady and the girl laughed, and the girl asked, Sir, do you think today's steamed buns are different from those in the past? Wang Xizhi put down the pen in his hand and said thoughtfully, "This sauce seems to be a lot more delicious. It turned out that Wang Xizhi, who was devoted to writing, actually used ink as garlic juice, but Wang Xizhi himself seemed not to notice at all.
The lady hurriedly stepped forward to grab the steamed bun, and said distressedly, your handwriting is already so beautiful, why do you still have to spend so much time practicing it? Wang Xizhi said: "My handwriting is all imitated by others, now I want to create my own words.
"After a long period of practice, Wang Xizhi finally made his calligraphy his own. He finally got rid of the imitation of others and became a being imitated by future generations.
5: Ink as candy< /p>
Chen Wangdao lived in a dilapidated woodshed next to Chen's house. There was a plank and two benches in it, which served as both a desk and a bed. It was early spring, and it was still quite cold. At night, it was biting. The cold wind hit him through the leaky walls, making his hands and feet numb from the cold. Chen Wangdao's mother often brought him three meals a day.
In order to make up for it. To replenish his health, one time, his mother specially brought glutinous rice and made rice dumplings for him to eat, along with a plate of locally produced brown sugar. After a while, his mother asked him loudly outside the house if he wanted to add more brown sugar. , he replied repeatedly: "It's sweet enough. "When his mother came in to clean up the dishes, she saw his mouth full of ink and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Chen Wangdao was so focused on translating that he actually used the ink as brown sugar to dip into the rice dumplings, without even realizing it.
< p>In this way, Chen Wangdao translated with five times the effort as usual. A dim kerosene lamp accompanied him to bid farewell to countless long cold nights and ushered in the gorgeous dawn of April 1920. In the second half of the year, Chen Wangdao finally completed the Chinese translation of the "Communist Manifesto" in Fenshuitang.