Ancient poems praising women's chastity.

Don't like straw, love gold. The lover of the Chastity Women's Association, the monk, always eats a bowl of meat, knowing people's faces but not their hearts. Once upon a time, there was a scholar who went to Beijing to catch the exam. It was getting late, and he stayed in a ruined temple. An old monk arranged him in a shabby little house. The next morning, the scholar set off early. Walking on the road, he suddenly found a straw in his clothes. So he hurried back to the ruined temple and respectfully returned the straw to the old monk. The old monk was very moved and said, "There are too few honest people like you now. In fact, have you seen the small Buddha statue on the incense table? " Although it is dirty, in fact, it is pure gold. I see that you are an honest man to tell you. "That night, the scholar spent the night in the ruined temple. The next morning, the old monk went to wake him up for breakfast, only to find that the scholar left without saying goodbye. When he turned around, he found that the golden Buddha statue on the incense table was missing. The old monk was so angry that he immediately chased it out, thinking that he must get it back. Walking, I came to a small village, where people were buzzing and drums were blaring. The old monk was surprised and asked the local people, "Why are there so many people here today? What are you doing? The people in that village told him, "Today is the day when someone in the village set up a chastity memorial arch. People from all over the country came to watch the fun, but her husband died for decades and never remarried. This kind of thing must be celebrated. " Seeing that it was getting late, the old monk went to the village to beg to satisfy his hunger. As a result, this village is killing pigs and sheep today because of this incident. What should I do? I'm hungry, and I'm going to chase that scholar tomorrow to bring back the Buddha statue. What if you haven't eaten anything? But I saw the village cook bring him a bowl of meat and said, "I can't be a vegetarian today." I think we can make do with it and see if we eat it. People are iron rice steel. " The old monk couldn't help it. He was so hungry that he ate the bowl of meat and stayed in the woodshed of the woman who set up the archway at night. But in the middle of the night, he found a noise outside the fence of the woman's house, thinking that the thief was going to turn in and steal something, so he quietly got up and looked inside the firewood door, only to find that the woman who set up the archway was standing on the ladder, talking to a person outside. "Shh, keep your voice down. There is an old monk living in the woodshed today. He will leave tomorrow. Come back tomorrow night. "It turns out that the woman is secretly dating her lover. It was almost dawn, but the old monk didn't sleep all night. The more he thinks about what happened these days, the less he feels. So he got up and wrote a poem on the wall: women who don't love straw and love gold will love people, and monks will always eat a bowl of meat, knowing people's faces but not their hearts.