Tell me about the simplest ancient poetry of 10.

In Guan Ning and Huaxin's garden, there was a piece of gold besides vegetables. The pipe hoe was the same as the tile stone, but China caught it and threw it away. I have also tasted the taste of reading at the same table. Those who pass by the entrance of the porch would rather study as before and read those useless books. Ning cut his seat and sat down separately, saying, "My son is not my friend."

"Carving a boat for a sword" The Chu people had a man who was involved in the river. His sword fell into the water from the boat and agreed with the boat, saying, "My sword fell from this." The ship stopped at the destination, and the Chu people jumped into the water from the marked place to find the sword. The boat works, but not the sword. If you want a sword, isn't it confusing?

Grind the needle with a pestle, enter the city with a crossbar, set fire for three days, do what you should do, look at yourself in the mirror on three sides, Xu Ruzi, steal the light, and honor your parents.