The story of the ancients who sought truth and forged ahead, the story of the ancients who devoted t

Chisel the wall to steal the light, pass through the wall to attract the light.

Kuang Heng, a scholar of the Western Han Dynasty. The family was poor, and his neighbor was relatively wealthy, so in order to study, Kuang Heng dug a hole in the wall and attracted the neighbor's light to read.

Jin Ge Hong's "Xijing Miscellaneous Records" Volume 2: "Kuang Heng's character is childish, diligent in learning but without candles, and neighbors have candles but do not catch them." Heng Nai penetrates the wall to draw its light, and reads it with the light reflected in the book. ”

Capsule Yingxue, Sun Kang Yingxue.

In the Jin Dynasty, Che Yin's family was poor, he had no money to buy lamp oil, and he wanted to read at night, so he grabbed a handful of fireflies to read as a lamp in the summer night; Yingxue is the Jin Dynasty Sun Kang used the light reflected by the snow to read a book at night in winter. Later, he used "Capsule Firefly Reflecting Snow" as a metaphor for his poor family and studying hard.

Art and Literature Gathering Volume 2: Sun Kang's family is poor, Chang Yingxue reads, Qingsuke, and travels unmiscellaneously.

Sun Kang of the Jin Dynasty couldn't read at night because his family was poor and had no money to buy lamp oil, and he felt that it was a pity that he wasted his time in vain. One day it was snowing heavily outside, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, he saw a bright light coming in through the crack in the window, which turned out to be reflected in the heavy snow, and he got up and looked at the bright light. After his hard work night and night, he finally became a well-educated person.

Reverence for a teacher. One year, on the way to Liuyang County, Yang Shi worked tirelessly, detoured to Luoyang, and apprenticed to Cheng Yi in order to further his studies. One day, Yang Shi and his schoolmate Youying, because they had different views on a certain question, in order to find a correct answer, they went to the teacher's house together to ask for advice.

It was the middle of winter, the weather was cold, and the clouds were thick. Halfway through their journey, the wind was blowing and the snow was falling, and the cold wind poured into their necklines with impunity. They wrapped their clothes tightly and hurried away.

When I came to Cheng Yi's house, I happened to be sitting by the stove and meditating. Yang Shi and the others didn't dare to disturb the teacher, so they stood respectfully outside the door, waiting for the gentleman to wake up.

At this time, the distant mountains are like jade clusters, the woods are like silver makeup, and the houses are also dressed in white plain clothes. One of Yang Shi's feet was frozen and shivering with cold, but he still stood respectfully. After a long time, Cheng Yi woke up and found Yang standing in the wind and snow from the window, only to see that he was covered in snow, and the snow under his feet was more than a foot thick, so he hurriedly got up to welcome them into the house.

Later, Yang Shi learned the true meaning of Chengmen Lixue, and Southeast scholars recommended Yang Shi as "Chengxue Zhengzong", known as "Mr. Guishan". Since then, the story of "Chengmen Lixue" has become a beautiful story of respecting teachers through the ages.

There is also a chicken smelling and dancing.

Concentration In ancient times, there was an expert chess player named Qiu, and his chess skills were very superb.

Qiu had two students who were learning to play chess with him, and one of them was very attentive and focused on learning from the teacher. The other is not the same, he thinks that learning to play chess is easy, and there is no need to take it seriously. When the teacher explained, although he was sitting there, his eyes seemed to be looking at the chess pieces, but he thought to himself:

If you go out into the wild now and shoot a wild goose, it would be nice to have a good meal. "Because he was always cranky and absent-minded, he didn't listen to the teacher's explanations at all.

As a result, although the two students were taught by the same famous teacher, one made rapid progress and became a famous chess player, while the other did not learn any skills. This story tells us that we must be serious in whatever we do, otherwise we will achieve nothing.

"Self-Portrait of Burning Bran".

In the Southern Dynasties, there was a Qi man named Gu Huan. He was so clever that at the age of six or seven he was able to calculate the four solar terms and sixty jiazi. The neighbors praised him, saying that he would definitely grow up.

One autumn, when the rice was ripe, his father asked Xiao Gu Huan to see the rice field, and specially instructed him: "Don't let the sparrows eat the rice." Xiao Gu Huan agreed, and before his father could finish speaking, he ran out of the house.

He came to the edge of the rice field, and the golden rice was like a grain of golden beans in the sunlight. There is a flock of sparrows over the rice paddies. Xiao Gu Huan saw that the sparrows were chirping and funny, so he had a whim, and sat on the edge of the ridge and wrote "Yellow Bird Fu".

At noon, my father came to ask Xiao Gu Huan to go back to dinner, and saw that most of the rice in the rice field had been eaten by sparrows, and the originally bulging grains had turned into empty shells in an instant, and the rice stalks were crooked. Dad was furious and scolded: "Look at you, the rice is almost eaten up by the sparrows, what are you doing?"

Yellow Sparrow? Let me see. Dad said.

There is a private school near Gu's house, and Xiao Gu Huan often runs to eavesdrop during the day. I saw him holding a pen and paper, tilting his little head, listening carefully, and writing down the wonderful or important points when he encountered them. In the evenings, he was at home revising.

Gu Huan's family was poor and couldn't afford to buy candles, so he lit rice bran and pine branches for lighting.

Gu Huan is so diligent and studious, and so is he when he is old. The court wanted him to be an official, but he refused and has been living in seclusion on Tiantai Mountain.

This is the story of the talented Gu Huan's "Self-Portrait of Burning Bran" when he was young.

"Southern History: The Biography of Gu Huan": "There is a school house in the township, and the poor are unemployed, leaning and listening behind the wall, and there is no forgetfulness." At night, burn pine festivals to read, or burn chaff to take a self-portrait.

"Southern History: The Biography of Gu Huan": "There is a school house in the township, and the poor are unemployed. At night, burn pine festivals to read, or burn chaff to take a self-portrait. ”

When George Washington was a child, his father gave him an axe. The new axe was shiny, and George loved to carry it around and chop things with it. And he ran into the garden, and saw a tree, which seemed to say to him,

Come on, come and cut me down! ”。George often saw his father's workers cutting down trees in the forest.

Watching the tree fall to the ground with a thud, he thought, must be a fun game. So George chopped it with his little axe. Because the tree was small, it didn't take him long to cut it down.

Soon after, his father returned home. "Who cut down that lovely little cherry tree of mine? "This is the only tree of this kind in the area, and I bought it for a lot of money."

He was very angry when he entered the house. "If I find out who cut down that cherry tree, I'm going to ——,yes, I'm going to ——。 Father!

Little George shouted, "I'll tell you what's going on." I used my axe to cut down the tree. His father's anger was gone.

George," he said, taking the little fellow in his arms, "George, I'm glad you told me about it." I'd rather lose a dozen cherry trees than tell you a lie. ”