In the spring of the 19th year of Zhenyuan, I got a captain in the imperial examination, so I began to find lodging in Chang 'an, and found the East Pavilion in the private house of Mr. Xiang, the predecessor of Changle. The next day, I went to a corner in the east and south of the pavilion and saw a bamboo forest with broken branches and leaves, which looked a little embarrassed. An old man named Guan asked why, and he said: This bamboo was planted by himself. Later, Guan He left the house, and everyone else stayed inside. From then on, people who make bamboo baskets cut it (used to make bamboo baskets) and people who make brooms cut it (used to make brooms). After cutting, the height of the bamboo they took was less than one search (eight feet was one search in ancient times), and the number was only one hundred. In addition, weeds and miscellaneous trees grow in the bamboo forest, and the lush miscellaneous trees and slender weeds grow together, which no longer looks like bamboo. I'm sorry that these bamboos were planted by the elders themselves, but they were looked down upon by the laity, so they were cut down and abandoned, but the nature of bamboo still exists. So cut off the weeds in miscellaneous trees, remove the soil on them, increase the gap in the over-dense places, and cultivate their roots with soil. The work was finished in less than a day. In this case, there is a cool bamboo curtain when the sun comes out, and there is a crisp sound when the wind blows. The bamboo shadow swayed with the wind, revealing a happy look, as if thanking their fate.
Ah! Bamboo is a plant (even so), what will happen to people? Because it is similar to a sage, some people can cherish it, cultivate it well, and plant it well, let alone be a real sage. In this case, compared with vegetation, bamboo is no different from saints and ordinary people. Ah! Bamboo can't make itself different from other plants, only people can make it different from ordinary plants. Sages cannot make themselves different from ordinary people. Only those who appoint sages can make them different from ordinary people. So, I wrote this article "Bamboo Cultivation" and wrote it on the wall of the pavilion to give it to people who will live here in the future. I also hope that the ruler (sage) can read this article.
2. Classical Chinese translation of Qian Guici
Everyone else in the family is poor, and farming is not enough to support themselves. Naive and full of room, no millet in the bottle, born and endowed, not seen its skills. Some relatives and friends even advised Yu to be an officer, but he was pregnant and asked for the Tao. There will be things in all directions. The princes take love as their virtue, and my uncle is poor, so I use it in a small town. When the storm is not calm, I am afraid of distant service. Pengze went home for a hundred miles, and the profit of the public field was full of wine, so he asked for it. And after a few days, there is a feeling of returning to China as soon as possible. What is this? It is natural in nature and is not obtained through revision; Although hunger and cold cut, but it is against their own diseases. Personal taste is self-serving; So I was disappointed, generous and deeply ashamed of my lifelong ambition. I still look forward to a glimpse, when I put away my clothes and die overnight. Sung Hoon's sister died in Wuchang, and she was relieved of her post. Mid-autumn festival to winter, more than 80 days in the official. Because things are going well, Life is called "Back to Xi". B I'm four in November. Go back to Xi, the countryside will ruin Hu Bugui! Since the heart is the form of service, isn't it sad? Without remonstrating with the past, you can pursue what you know. Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday. The ship is far away and the wind is blowing. Asking for directions, ex-husband, hate dawn. It looks forward to Yu Heng and runs with joy. Servants are welcome and children are waiting for the door. The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists. Bring children into the room, there will be wine bottles. Lead the pot to think for yourself and make the court happy. Leaning against the south window to send lofty sentiments, judge your knees to be comfortable. Garden Day includes fun, although the door is fixed and often closed. Help the old man to rest, and correct his head if he goes far. Clouds come out of holes unintentionally, and birds don't know when to fly. The scenery is coming, lonely and lingering. Come back, please rest assured that you will never travel again. The world is against me, and I can't ask for more happiness! Please love words from relatives, play music and read books to eliminate worries. The farmer told Yu Yichun that he wanted to do something with Xichou. Or a towel cart, or a boat This is not only a gentle and elegant road to find ravines, but also a rugged road through hills. Wood is thriving and spring is blooming. When everything is fine, I feel that my journey of life is over. I don't hold grudges anymore! How long will you live in the apartment? What does Hu Wei want? Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected. When you are pregnant, you can go alone or plant a stick. Deng and He Lin wrote poems together. Chatting until the end, Loew's fate is ridiculous!
My family is so poor that I can't support myself by farming. There are many children at home, and there is often no food in the rice jar, so it is impossible to make a living. My relatives and friends have advised me to go out and be a small official. I have the same idea in my heart, but I have no way. There happened to be a trip to other places, and all county chiefs took the care of talents as their virtue. My uncle recommended me because he thought I was poor, so he appointed me as an official of the town. At this time, the war has not subsided, and I am afraid to go far away. Pengze county was only a hundred miles away from his hometown, and he came down when the grain harvested by the farm was enough to make wine. But after a few days, I missed the countryside very much and came up with the idea of returning home. Why? Because my nature is frank and natural, I will not be forced to be artificial; Being hungry and cold is an urgent matter, but if you go against your heart, it will make people feel very painful. Although I used to be an official, I was driven by life; So I feel annoyed, excited and ashamed of my life wishes. But I still want to wait until after the autumn harvest, so I packed my bags and left overnight. Soon, my sister who married the Cheng family died in Wuchang. She was in a hurry to attend the funeral, so she gave up her official position and left her job. From autumn to August to winter, he was an official for more than 80 days. In order to express my inner feelings about this matter, I named this article "Looking Back". That was 1 1 month of the second year. Go back! The countryside will be deserted, why not go back! Since I have enslaved my mind to my body, why do I feel sad alone? I understand that the past cannot be redeemed; I see. I can make it up later. Really, it's not far to get lost. I don't think today is yesterday. The boat rocked forward gently and the wind blew my coat. Ask the distance in front of pedestrians, I hate that the morning light is still so vague. Finally, I saw the roof of my house, running and full of joy. The boy ran out to meet him, and the younger son waited at home. The "three paths" symbolizing secret life in the garden have been abandoned, but my beloved pine chrysanthemum is still alive. I took my youngest son by the hand and walked into the door. I prepared a wine bottle full of wine. Raise your hip flask and glass and drink by yourself, and leisurely look at the branches of the garden and smile. Rely on the south window (there are lonely pine trees outside the window) to place pride on the world, and really feel that this small space can make people feel at ease. Walking in the garden every day has produced fun, although it is often isolated from the outside world. Walking on crutches, always looking up at the blue sky in the distance. White clouds float out of the mountain unintentionally, and birds fly home when they are tired. The setting sun will fall on the earth, and I still caress the solitary pine and linger. Go back! I hope to stop cutting off secular friendship. Since this society is against my will, what can I pursue by driving? What I like is intimate conversation between relatives, or playing the piano and reading books to get rid of my troubles. The farmer told me that spring was coming and he was going to farm in the west. Sometimes I drive, sometimes I row a boat. Sometimes I enter the valley along a deep and winding stream, and sometimes I bump through the mountains. Trees are lush and springs are trickling. I admire all the opportunities and feel that my life is coming to an end. Forget it! How long is it between heaven and earth? Why not let your will decide whether to stay or not? Why do you live in fear and where do you want to go! Wealth is not my wish, and fairyland is unpredictable. Take this great opportunity to go alone, or, like ancient hermits, stick crutches in the ground and bow their heads to cultivate seeds. Climb to the eastern highlands and scream loudly, and write poems by the clean stream. Let's follow the changes of life to the end and accept our fate happily. What are the doubts?
3. Classical Chinese translation: A monk with money is a bad character.
Excerpted from Biography of Xu Wenchang. In Yuan Hongdao's translation of The Biography of Xu Wenchang [Ming], Li Si saw that there were four sounds of apes in the northern zaju, and he was very ambitious, which was completely different from the legends played by scholars in recent times. The title of the book is Born in Tianchi, which is suspected to have been written by Yuan people.
Later, when I went to Yueyue, I saw a man whose list said "Sweet Water Moon" was very strong. He was very angry with her husband. Wan Wan can be seen in calligraphy and painting. The meaning is terrible, but I don't know why it is Tian Shuiyue.
One night, I sat in the Pottery Editing Building, wrote a book casually and got a poem in Bian Que. Evil hair book, bituminous coal is black and slightly shaped.
I watched it in the light, but I didn't see many songs. I was shocked and suddenly called Shi Geng: "Who is the author of Bian Que?" Today? Furano? "Shi Geng said," Mr. Xu Tianchi, the ancestor of this township, wrote a letter. Mr. Wei, with a long word, was born between Jia and Long and died five or six years ago.
The scroll with Tian Shuiyue on its forehead is also a person. "I suspect that before and after the Enlightenment, Wen Chang was the only one.
When the poem was deserted, I got this strange secret, and I woke up like a nightmare. The two men jumped up, and in the shadow of the lamp, they read and shouted, and all the servants and sleeping people started up.
Whether for people or books, I am naturally called Mr. Wen Chang. Those who come to see the rest are writing poems and reading poems.
At that time, a famous teacher went to Mu Yun to learn Taoism. Wen Chang is a scholar in Yin Shan, but he is not good at trying, and he is unrestrained.
Governor Hu Molin is very famous and was hired as a screen guest. The agreement with Hu: "If you want to be a guest, you must be polite, so that you can get in and out at the right time."
Gong Hu agreed. Wen Chang sat down with a deep bow around a black scarf and talked about what was happening in the world. No one was watching.
Gong Hu was overjoyed. At that time, the governor counted the border troops, threatened the southeast, and did not dare to raise his head. However, Wen Chang is proud of his subordinates, walks confidently, speaks casually and playfully, and is unscrupulous.
You will get a white deer, which belongs to Wenchang generation. At the dinner table, Yong Ling was very happy.
Openness is good, and all the omissions are out of their control. Wen Chang is conceited and resourceful, curious and resourceful, and talks about many soldiers.
Anyone who seduces Wang and Xu Zhulu is secretly discussing and then starting work. After tasting a restaurant, several athletes drank it and refused to pay.
Wen Chang-mi chased the crowd by the number, and all the people ordered the athletes to be tied to their subordinates, all of which were cut down, and the army was in an uproar. Shamans with negative and foul language occasionally talk to the public in the wine room. When it is made public, they will do other things for the stick to kill people.
Its trust is more like this. Since Mr. Hu pities literary talents and laments their difficulties, he saves his time. The public tells anyone who walks into the curtain, "Xu Zi is a genius in the world. If he is in this room, he is lucky not to lose it. "
They all said, "Like life." A magistrate of a county arrived after being detained and paid tribute to the public when he arrived. I forgot to belong to him. I was very comfortable in his room, so I was uneven.
Wen Chang lost his ambition to be a minister, so he indulged in mountains and rivers, went to the land of Qilu Yanzhao and saw the desert. What he saw was the mountains rushing to the sea, clouds rising from the sand, the wind singing, the trees dying, most of the valleys, people, fish and birds, all shocking and shocking, all expressed in poetry.
There is an indelible breath in his chest, and the hero is lost and helpless, so it is poetry, such as anger, laughter, running water, and the widow's crying at night, which makes people feel chilling. It will be thousands of miles away when it is released; Occasionally deep and steep, ghosts talk about autumn graves.
Wen Chang's eyes are always empty, and he is independent for the time being. At that time, the so-called dignitaries, coquettish literati and writers were all despised and enslaved, so they were not famous for their shame.
Sad husband! One day, I was drinking at the doctor's house in my hometown. At the banquet, the township doctor pointed to a small object for fu, and Yin made the boy servant continue to enter more, hoping to suffer.
Wen Chang's assistance to Li Cheng, the pen holder, was full of paper, charm, freedom and hiding, which was a great surprise. Wen Chang likes writing books, and his brushwork is bold and unrestrained, just like his poems, full of vigor and charm.
I can't write, but it would be ridiculous to say that a long book must be above Wang Yayi and Wen. Regardless of calligraphy, the book god: a gentleman, the sincerity of the eight laws, and the chivalrous man in the word forest.
Among the rest, flowers, bamboo and stones overflow, all of which are excellent works. The pawn was suspected of killing his second wife and died in prison.
Zhang Yang and Xieli reached a conclusion. When it comes out, it is as stubborn as ever.
When you are old, you are deeply resentful, and it is good to pretend to be crazy. Show it to the door and refuse to accept it.
Officer, you can't get a word in. You bring money to the restaurant and ask the servant to drink it.
Or self-sustaining axe to break its head, blood quilt, skull are broken, friction sound. Or hammer its sac, or cut its ear with a sharp cone, and go deep into the inch, but you can't die.
Shi: The poems in his later years are unique. They are not engraved, but are collected at home. For those who see it, Xu Wenchang Collection and Bian Que are just two kinds.
However, Wen Chang died of anger because he was depressed. Shi Gong said: Sir, I am amazed at numbers, so I am crazy. Crazy disease unceasingly, hence the prison.
Scholars in ancient and modern times complain about others, and the way of a gentleman does not exist. Although, it is a hero in the world, a hero in Yongling, and a different gift from the shogunate, as we all know, Hu has the style of a gentleman. On the table, the host is happy, and the host knows that there is a gentleman.
Being single is not expensive. The rise of Mr. Wang's poetry has swept away the dirty habits of modern times, which is gone forever and has its own conclusion. Why not meet him? Mei Kesheng tried to send Yu Shu, saying, "Wen is my old friend, a sick freak, a strange poem, a strange word, a strange word and a strange painting."
I said the length of the text was nothing but not surprising. Nothing strange, but nothing strange! Sad husband! -Selected from Xu Appendix, printed by Zhonghua Book Company. When I was a child, I passed by the shops in my hometown and saw a northern zaju "Four Sounds of Apes", which was quite different from the legends created by literati in recent years. Signed "Tianchisheng", I suspect it is the work of people in the Yuan Dynasty.
Later, I went to Yuedi and saw a "Tianshui Moon" on the single page. The brushwork is strong and powerful, and the calligraphy and painting reveal a kind of unevenness, which seems to be visible. I was surprised, but I don't know who Tian Shuiyue is.
One night, I was sitting upstairs in Xiujia's house, browsing through the books on the shelf at random, and got a new collection of poems. The paper is rough, the binding is sloppy, the quality of brush ink is poor, and the handwriting is blurred.
Read a book closer to the lamp, and after reading a few songs, you can't help but be surprised. I quickly called Shi Geng and asked him, "Who wrote Bian Que?" Is it the present or the ancients? Shi Geng said, "This is a book written by my fellow countryman Mr. Xu Tianchi. Mr. Wei, with a long word, was born in Jiajingzhi and died only five or six years ago.
Now the scroll and the title are marked Tian Shuiyue, that's him. "I didn't understand before and after the suspicion is a dragon.
In addition, when the field of poetry is barren and polluted, getting such a rare treasure is like waking up in a nightmare. We both jumped up, and in the shadow of the lamp, we read, screamed, screamed, read, and the sleeping servants were startled.
From now on, I will either tell others or write a letter, all of which will be marked as Mr. Wen Chang. Someone came to see me.
4. Confucius traveled in the translation of classical Chinese and was sad to hear crying. Confucius said, "If you drive it, you will be a sage." Come, and then the tall fish is also crying by the roadside with a brown sickle. Confucius said, "Why are you crying if you don't have a funeral?" Gaoyu said, "I lost three!" I read little, traveled around the world, killed my relatives and lost one. Noble ambition, simple things, not for the sake of the monarch, lose two. If you are close to your friends, you will lose three. The tree is quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son should be raised, not kept. Those who can't chase, the year is also; Those who go and don't see it are also near. Please resign from now on! "Die immediately. Confucius said, "Disciples know enough! "So the master resigned to raise relatives, and there were three out of ten people.
On his second trip, Confucius was sad to hear crying. Confucius said: Hurry up, there are saints ahead! At first glance, it turned out to be a sorghum fish, all brown, holding a sickle and crying on the side of the road. Confucius got off the bus and said to gaoyu, "Is there no funeral in your family? Why are you crying so sad? " Gaoyu replied: "I have three shortcomings: when I was a child, I liked reading and traveling around various vassal countries, and I didn't take good care of my relatives. This is one of the problems. " I am ambitious, I want to do great things, I don't want to work for Yongjun, and I still have nothing to do when I am old. This is the second mistake. I have a deep relationship with my friends, but they were all interrupted. This is the third mistake. The tree wants to stop, but the wind can't stop. My son wants to honor his parents, but they are gone. The lost years are irreparable, and the lost relatives are never seen again. Please allow me to leave this world (to accompany my dead relatives). "In this way, standing still, withered and died. Confucius said to his disciples, "You should take a warning. This is enough to make you understand the truth! " "So, thirteen people left Confucius and went home to support their parents.
5. Suddenly a gust of wind blew. How to say classical Chinese is generally not straightforward, but can be expressed by feelings. For example, a sudden gust of wind blows, which can be translated as: a sudden breeze blows in your face.
There are many interesting catchwords translated into classical Chinese sentences, which attract you. You can forget that the landlord can adopt them:
1, the ugly people are asleep, and the handsome people are still awake.
Donkeys and mules were sleeping soundly before the wind started.
I can't sleep because I am handsome every day.
The beautiful teenager in Yushu, facing the wind, stayed up all night in front of the mirror.
3. Do your family know that you are hanging like this?
Your mother knows about your hanging! Or it can also be translated as: the male sword in the waist is three feet long and the family background is strict.
4. Say the important things three times.
Translation: It's a long story.
You city people really know how to play.
A scene happened in the city, and the villagers laughed their hearts out.
6. The world is so big that I want to see it.
The sky is vast, and I want to see it.
7. I don't read much, so don't lie to me.
Don't bully me for being illiterate. I'm safe with this.
I got an arrow in my knee.
Time flies, an arrow hits the knee.
9. spare tire
The willow on the platform has been broken by others; The flowers in Du Xuan haven't changed to what they used to be.
10, I take you, you take the money.
I hold my hand and I hold my axe.
6.& lt& gt Ding and Zhang's aunt cut wheat together. As soon as they gathered, a big whirlwind came from the west and scattered them. In the summer of Ding Mao, there was an aunt named Zhang (aunt: 1, mother-in-law 2, aunt 3, husband's sister). This may mean 3. ) Husband and wife harvest wheat together. Just after harvesting the cut wheat in piles, suddenly a big whirlwind blew from the west and scattered the piles of wheat.
In a rage, the woman threw a sickle and spilled a few drops of blood on the ground. When Fang * * * was looking for what she had lost, the woman leaned against the tree and suddenly seemed drunk. The woman was furious and threw the sickle at the whirlwind, only to see a few drops of blood dripping on the ground in the wind. When they were looking for the lost things (sickle, scattered wheat) together, the woman suddenly seemed to faint against the tree.
The soul is bound in a shrine. God said angrily, "a bitch dares to hurt my official!" Get the staff here quickly. " This woman's soul is bound in a temple. The temple god thundered, "How dare a vicious woman hurt my little official! Be cudgeled immediately!
A woman's nature is strong, and her voice of resistance: "The poor family grows a few acres of wheat to live. Under the scorching sun, menstruation worked hard and just finished cutting, and was blown away by the strange wind. This woman has always been strong-willed, and said loudly: The poor family has planted several acres of wheat, and they all depend on it to survive. Aunt worked hard in the hot sun, but just after harvesting, she was blown away by the strange wind.
It's called evil worship, so throw it with a sickle. Don't worry about hurting the king's messenger. And messengers come and go, and they have their own official roads; Why cross the people's fields and beat wheat? It is really unwilling to accept staff. "We thought it was a demon, so we threw it away with a sickle. What I don't want to hurt is the king's messenger. Besides, messengers come and go, and there are official roads that are feasible; Why cross private fields and destroy people's wheat? Therefore, it is really unwilling to be punished by Zhang. "
God bowed his head and said, "His words are straight and can be sent away." After the whirlwind came back, the woman was still rolling wheat in one place. The temple god bowed his head and said, "Her confession is justified. You can let her go back." After the woman woke up, the whirlwind blew again, and still blew her wheat to the same place, still piled up.
7. This classical Chinese translation is said by Ji Laonong.
Qing Dai Mingshi
In the mountainous area where I study, there are farmers in the west. They are old and diligent in farming. In my spare time, they lie under the tree, and I look at them, simple and contemptuous, but they are complacent.
One day, I said, "You have worked hard in the field, and your hands and feet are calluses. Are you happy even if you don't know? " He said, "No, but I don't know what I have done all my life. We little people, born in a remote place, have never seen the world, and suddenly we are old, tired of our bones and muscles, and the suffering exposed by our husband's wind and rain are gone. How can I be happy? However, if you talk and heal your life, you will not be hungry and cold, and you will live in peace and communication. Finally, you won't enter this city. Although you are poor and cheap, you have no desire for the world. Among the thorns, couples who come in and out of elk are often used to it. "
I listened and sighed: "I'm so happy! What is not? " The old farmer added, "I didn't study when I was a child, and I can't read." How dare I look at you? " If you have desires for others, why? "I heard his words, more and more admire, because I wrote it.
To annotate ...
1, Dai Mingshi: an essayist in Qing Dynasty, who advocated "letting nature take its course". Out of a noble family, he has the heart to learn from the world, but the cold world makes him want to be an official and he wants to hide.
2. Qing: Recently.
3, there is: what is still there. What's there? Mencius Hui Liang Wang Shangshang: "Is it unusual to kill people with a hammer blade?"
4. Callus: a cocoon born in the palm of your hand due to long-term labor friction. "Xunzi Zidao": "Stay up all night, cultivate trees, and have a hard time to support your loved ones." Biography of Li Si in Historical Records: "Yu chiseled Longmen, drew summer, dredged nine rivers, bent nine defenses, and broke the sea born of water, but his legs were bald, his hands and feet were calloused and his face was black." Tang Lugui dreamed of "Ten Poems of Ren Qiao": "It has withered since childhood." Huang Qing Zunxian's poem "Feelings" wrote: "You write a map of car wars, there are more than 100 pieces of paper." Shen Congwen's "A Xiaohei Shi Qiu": "A Hei's father hasn't oiled at this time, and he is rubbing cards with a thick oil hammer in his hometown."
5, worry: worry and worry. "Mozi Shang Zhong Xian": "It's based on beauty and goodness, but it's based on resentment. It is better to be happy in the king and worry in the minister. " "Zhuangzi Jean Wang": "You worry about your body, and you worry about your life. You can't worry about it." Tang Du Fu's poem "Cuiwen Comprehensive Building Chicken Gate" said: "I don't know the rain and dew in the morning, but I left without saying goodbye." Liu Yuanqi's "Seclusion" Volume XIII: "By the orders of the general public, once they step into the unexpected enemy, they return with a smile and their spirits are restored, and it is rare to see their failure and sadness." The Water Margin 1 10: "The word means very sad, and Song Jiang is unhappy." Act II of Sunrise by Cao Yu: "He doesn't like to laugh very much. He seems very sad and doesn't talk much, but occasionally a sentence or two can make his seat white."
6. We: My generation. "The Eleven Years of Zuo Zhuan Gong Xuan": "We are little people, so-called to seize their arms and use them." Tang Du Fu's poem "Banquet in Hu Shutang": "Tonight, the satellite is moving, and we are drunk." Su Songzhe's "Longchuan Biezhi" volume: "It is our sin to send troops rashly." Chen Yi's poem "Send Friends": "Traitors and traitors can be killed, and I am safe in the south."
7. Tribal tiger: Tribal tiger, making a quick appearance. How time flies. "Li Chu Sao Ge": "If you want to keep this gas less, you will die every day." In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi's poem "Hua Yi" said: "Anger chases the hurricane and suddenly crosses Kyushu." Qing Dai Mingshi's Preface to the Biography of Daimu Tangru: "It will be forty or fifty years in a blink of an eye, as if it were yesterday, and I am old." Battle of Hu Guoliang Huanghuagang: "I have been in the coach's office for more than a week."
8. Among the thorns, the couple who came in and out of the elk: "My son and I are fishing on the river and making friends with the elk" Su Shi's "Red Cliff Fu".
translate
I have been studying in the mountains recently. There is a farmer in my neighbor's house in the west. He is very old and works very hard. In his spare time, he lies under a tree to rest. I watched him carefully, simple and vulgar, but his expression seemed complacent.
One day, I said to him, "You have worked hard in the field, and your hands and feet are covered with calluses, but (I) don't understand. Do you like this life, too?" He said, "No, but I don't know why I have to worry all my life. We are all small people, born in the hinterland, never seen the world, and will soon grow old. Not a year goes by without the pain and sunshine of labor. Where can I be happy? Nevertheless, if you make a living from this, you won't be hungry and cold. You seldom associate with people and have never been to a city in your life. Although you are poor and humble, you don't have too high demands on society. Living among thorns and interacting with elk, I am often used to this kind of life, so I feel very comfortable. "
After listening to his words, I can't help but sigh: "His happiness is really extreme! Why not be complacent? " The old farmer added: "I haven't learned since I was a child, and I don't know a word. How can I compare with you? But you seem to envy me. Why? I listened to his words and admired him more, so I wrote down his words. "