Classic fable: oranges in the south and oranges in the north

Fable is a literary genre that gives meaningful truth to concrete stories and gives people inspiration. It's short, but concise. The following is a classic fable I brought to you: orange in the south and orange in the north, I hope I can help you!

Yan Zi will be sent to the State of Chu. When the King of Chu heard the news, he said to the ministers around him, "Yan Ying is an eloquent man in the State of Qi. Now that he has come to China, I want to humiliate him. What do you think? " A minister made a suggestion and said, "When he comes, please tie a man and walk past the king. The king asked, "Where is he from?" Answer:' It belongs to the State of Chu. The king asked again, "What crime did he commit?" The answer is:' He committed theft.' "The king of Chu thought it was a good idea.

Yan Ying came to Chu, and the king of Chu entertained him with wine. The host and guests were in a good mood when two small officials came to the king of Chu with a bound man.

The king of Chu deliberately asked, "Who is bound here?" "He's a Qi man," said the petty official. Because theft committed a crime. "

The king of Chu turned to look at Yan Ying and said, "Is Qi naturally fond of stealing?"

Yanzi left his seat to see the king of Chu. He replied, "I heard that oranges grow in the south of Huaihe River. If he grows north of Huaihe River, he will bear bitter oranges. The leaves of oranges and bitter oranges are similar, but the fruits taste different. Why is this? Because the soil and water are different. " The man caught now didn't steal when he lived in Qi, but stole when he arrived in Chu. Is it because the soil and water of Chu State are easy for people to be thieves? "

Hearing this, the king of Chu smiled awkwardly and said, "Sages are not easy to tease! Instead, I asked for trouble. "

Moral: The environment has a great influence on people. A good environment can make people learn well, and a bad environment can make people worse.

A Bowl of Gentleness and Wisdom Stories of the North Branch of South Chrysanthemum

Wei Xiaobo, now living in Xi 'an, will not be lost in 2008. He likes writing and can't help wiping it.

"Orange in the south and orange in the north" originated from the ears and was born out of real life. Unable to show, unable to express. It's just a document. Through these trivial things, we may be able to return to the true colors of life and find a fresh self.

At Xiaonanmen, not far from the north and west, there are two small shops: Chunmeng and Honesty. Strange to say, for decades, this caring competitor has been living in peace and has become a landscape in front of our city. Whenever I eat, I look from a distance and see a thick back and skull, and I sigh. Pepper, pepper and vinegar dishes are obedient, and the clear soup is like a mirror, which shows the true soul of men and women.

Ten years ago, I walked out of the craze in the south and came back to get some air and give my lungs and heart a vacation. During this period, my friend introduced me to a girl who had just returned from Japan for two years. She spoke softly and smiled. On the second floor of the "Sugar Tide" where we first met, the table was filled with her "thank you" like beads. We both liked each other, and later we often went out to eat and drink together to kill time. Once, I lost my head and dragged her into a gourd head shop. Her taste is too weak to be normal. She looked forward to half a table full of intestines, but seldom moved chopsticks. Blunt as a chicken pecking at rice, I suddenly realized that I was embarrassed and enjoyed it suddenly, just like in my throat. Because of the other party's unpredictable mood, unpredictable trip, and an inexplicable self-esteem, I reluctantly left the remaining table.

A few years later, I was a bad influence on her, and she was no longer picky about the bubbling sounds, the clutter and strong smell in the room. Before the ocean bowl was served, she couldn't wait to get dressed and brush her hair. After an accident, she buried herself in the car. She usually eats like a yellowbird, and now she looks like a glutton. Now she is my daughter Zhang Fei, the mother of a lovely monkey.

Every time I look closely at the sentient beings in Hulutou Store, they are all out-and-out Qin people. Their accents are mainly cadence, and they love and mourn. They gather their feathers and spread their wings between raising their heads and lowering their heads. Those bites are sweetness and happiness that outsiders can't enjoy. The intestines are crisp and rotten, the soup is crisp and tender, the steamed buns are strong and full of negotiation, the vermicelli is white and delicate, and the soup is clear and delicious. Beauty and trance, in a few words-no, no, no, a thousand words can't tell. If you haven't tasted it yourself, no matter who it is, it can't be conveyed to you.

Mr. Chen, a native of Shaoxing, stayed in the south of the city after graduation and became a son-in-law. He has heard about it for many years, and now he is also good at it. His daughter-in-law is from Xi, and her family is engaged in the business of local products in North and South. She has been worried that there are no business experts who are familiar with southern goods. Upon graduation, Mr. Chen became a thoroughfare. He travels to and from the north and south all the year round, and it is common for him to run around. His intestines and mouth are "double spies", and he knows the most secret taste of north and south.

He formed a bad habit among our friends. On holidays, I always go to other places to eat, and bring those unique Shaoxing flavors and all kinds of "drunken and rotten" strange people, so sweet that they spoil the appetite of women, children and young people.

Near Zhu Zhechi, he and I have been best friends since college, and both sides have their share of good and bad things. Every time I go to eat that fat sausage, I drag him. This is his terrible hell. Finally, one day, he looked at my exaggerated eating and said softly, "Give me a small portion, too …" That part was still in my stomach. He could not change his pleasure, and finally the sea bowl conquered him.

In order to let him stay in the ancient city, I even introduced him to my ambiguous sister. Up to now, sometimes on the tipsy wine table, I will look forward sourly: "So I am Nell's young boss …" In exchange, Mr. Chen is proud of his plump fists and laughter.

The head-on wall is a "moonlit night on the spring river", the left wall of the Acropolis is rain and dust, and the right wall is common in Qi Wang's family. The old Xifeng silver merchant is locked in the light, and the newly listed peeled garlic cloves are fragrant and full. The diners at the next table are already half drunk, tapping their fingers on the desktop and humming Shaanxi opera, but they have gone to Xiliang. ...