What are the stories of the ancients? What are the stories of the ancients?

According to legend, in the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a famous politician named Sun Jing. In his youth, he was known for his diligence and studiousness, and often read books behind closed doors. Reading from morning to night every day, often forgetting to sleep and eating.

Not only that, but he reads for a long time, and even if he is tired, he doesn't want to rest.

Chiseling the wall and stealing the light Chiseling the wall and stealing the light is about a farmer's child named Kuang Heng in the Western Han Dynasty, who liked to read very much when he was a child, but because his family was poor, he had no money to go to school and could not afford to buy books. What to do? Had.

During the Jin Dynasty, Che Yin was eager to learn since he was a child, but due to his poor family, his father could not provide him with a good learning environment. In order to.

There are many stories of the ancients' diligent study, the more famous ones are the head cantilever beam, the cone piercing the strand, and the chiseling wall to steal the light, and the Li Bai iron pestle grinding into a needle.

There are many stories of the ancients' diligent study, such as chiseling the wall and borrowing light, etc., as well as the head cantilever beam, the cone and the thorn strand, etc.

Kuang Heng was very studious when he was young. His family was very poor and could not afford to buy candles, and when Kuang Heng wanted to read at night, he often worried because there was no light. Later, he came up with a way to quietly cut a small hole in the wall. Let the candlelight of the house next door shine through.

Leave aside the stories of those celebrities who have studied hard. Let's just say that we describe the idioms of hard study: the head hangs the beam, the cone thorns the strands, the sac fireflies reflect the snow, the wall is chiseled to steal the light, the sleep is forgotten to eat, the night and day are day and night, the chickens are smelling and dancing, and the horns are hanging on the books......The list goes on and on.

Ancient poems describing the bumper harvest of rice:

1.The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family beats rice while the frost is clear; There was a light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flail sounded until dawn all night.

2.The chartered ship is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as frost. Don't hesitate to lose one in two minutes, Shang Ying is full of chaff.

3.The skirt is full of green apple islands, and the upper side is slightly cold and lazy to travel. The sound of frogs in the twilight is noisy, and this year's field banquet is very autumnal.

4.The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw the pointing mountain.

5.The rice beams are fertile at the foot of the goose lake mountain, and the chickens are perched on the porpoise gate. The Sang Zheying Slanted Spring Society is scattered, and the family is intoxicated.

6.There should be no way to attain the Tao, and it is also possible to make a living. The spring mud rice is warm, and the night fire roasted tea is fragrant. There is less wind and dust in the water lane, and the pine fasting is long and the moon is long. Gao Xian is really expensive, where to find the prince?

7.The rice is fragrant and ripe in the late autumn, and Qianmo is crisscrossing thousands of acres. Five years of grain delivery to the Jurchen country, the sky is full of ambition and there is no land.

8.At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil; Who knows that the food on the plate, the grains are all hard and round.

9.The wave drifting wild rice is dark and black, and the dew cold lotus room is pink.

10.The rice is fragrant and ripe in the late autumn, and Qianmo is crisscrossing thousands of acres. Five years of grain delivery to the Jurchen country, the sky is full of ambition and there is no land.