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The story of Jie Jin, a bachelor of Ming Dynasty.

Jie Jin is good at satirizing powerful people.

Jie Jin, a bachelor of Hanlin in Ming Dynasty, was a famous poet. He has been smart and studious since childhood. At the age of seven, he was good at poetry and prose, and his nature was straightforward.

On one occasion, retired Li Shangshu did not believe that Jie Jin had this talent. He invited several dignitaries to write poems, and sent someone to call Jie Jin to deal with this matter, hoping to ridicule him in public.

Jie Jin came to Li Fu and saw the door closed. The family said that the master ordered him to enter through the small door, but he stood at the gate and refused to enter through the small door. When Li Shangshu heard the news, he came up and said loudly, "This boy is too narrow-minded and has no talent"; Jie Jin immediately replied: "Dapeng spreads his wings and hates the sky." Shangshu was surprised: alas, this boy was so angry that he ordered someone to open the middle door to meet him.

Just sitting on the table, a powerful person wanted to use the topic to laugh at his mother making tofu at home. His father picked up the story of poor life peddled in the street and said to him, "I heard that talented people can export in pairs." How about taking your parents' jobs as the topic today? When Jie Jin heard this, he knew that he was laughing at himself, and he recited unhurriedly: "Every household chooses a day and a month to sell in the street; Gan Kun grinds his hands day and night. " They were all surprised when they heard this. The powerful man fidgeted like a fishbone.

Another dignitary saw Jie Jin wearing a green coat, so he also sent a pair of couplets to mock him: "The frog in the well wears a green coat"; Seeing the man in the red coat, Jie Jin had a brainwave and said, "The crab in the pot is wearing a red robe." . Hearing this, the monk thought to himself, This boy is very powerful. I compared him to a live frog, but he compared me to a dead crab. But it is unreasonable to vent, so we have to admit that we are unlucky.

After three rounds of wine, Shangshu wanted to subdue Jie Jin, pointing to the sky and proudly saying, "Heaven is a chessboard star. Who dares to fight?" After hearing this, Jie Jin gave the ground a meal with his foot and said, "The ground is a harp, which one can play!" The tone is higher than his. Shangshu can't help it, and he is ridiculous.

At this time, Jie Jin raised his glass and said, "Today, it is rare to gather talents and talents, and I specially offer couplets to add fun." . Hearing this, the ministers sent for Four Treasures of the Study, and Jie Jin laughed. Everyone came to have a look and froze for a long time. It turns out that this is a metaphor: "The reeds on the wall are top-heavy and shallow; The bamboo shoots in the mountains are thick and empty. "

Jie Jin skillfully to Cao Shangshu.

There was a bachelor named Jie Jin in the Ming Dynasty. He was a famous genius. It is said that he can recite poems at the age of six or seven, and people call him a "prodigy". His home is opposite Cao Shangshu's bamboo garden, so he posted a couplet on the door:

Bambusa door to door

Jia Zang thousands of books

Cao Shangshu was very unhappy and thought, How can I let him borrow my bamboo garden scenery? So he ordered people to cut down a bamboo. Jie Jin saw it and added a sentence below the couplet:

The door is as short as a thousand bamboo poles.

Jia Cang Qian Shu Chang

Cao Shangshu was even more angry and immediately ordered people to cut all the bamboo. After Jie Jin saw it, he added a sentence below the couplet:

This door is short of bamboo.

This family owns thousands of books.

This time, Cao Shangshu was very surprised and sent for Jie Jin. When he reached the Cao family, he saw the gate closed and shouted, "The gate won't open. This is not a reason to welcome guests. " Cao Shangshu said in the door, "I'll go out first. If you can get the second one, I'll open the door to see you. " Then, read:

The dog is ignorant and the road is narrow.

Jie Jin right way:

Dapeng spreads his wings and hates the sky.

Cao Shangshu read another couplet:

Heaven makes chessboard stars, who dares to play?

Jie Jin immediately took the bottom allied:

When the earth is a pipa road and a string, which one can play?

Cao Shangshu listened to Jie Jin's quick response and even called him a "wizard", and immediately opened the front door to meet him. When Jie Jin entered the room, Cao Shangshu asked, "What do your parents do?" Jie Jin remembered that his father sold water every day, and the shadows of the sun and the moon were reflected in the bucket in the morning and evening. My mother spinning and weaving, hurry-scurry, just answer:

Strict father shoulders the sun and the moon.

Mother's hand turned to Gankun.

Hearing this, Cao Shangshu had to admire Jie Jin's wizards.

Zhang Yimou's childhood story

At the turn of spring and summer from 65438 to 0999, I found Zhang Yimou's mother's house. Mother Zhang made tea and handed me a business card. On the front of the business card is printed: Chinese Journal of Dermatology and Venereology, Professor Zhang Xiaoyou from Dermatology Department of China Medical Abstracts. On the back: Professor of Dermatology, Second Affiliated Hospital of Xi Medical University, member of Xi Branch of Dermatology, Chinese Medical Association. The following is an interview with Zhang's mother.

I gave birth to an artistic plan at 1950. His birthday is April 1 1. Yimou was born at 7 am. Yimou's father asked a Japanese wife to pick him up.

Yimou's name was given by my father. Father thought and thought, took a red note and wrote three words: Zhang Yimou. Why did you choose this name? People who care about others are also honored. My father hopes his children will achieve something in the future. Because of this name, something interesting happened after Yimou went to school. Because the word "ghost" is not easy to write, some people wrote his name as Zhang Zhimou, others as Zhang Yemou, and some students joked with him and called him Zhang conspiracy. In a fit of pique, he changed his name, and now he is called "Yimou".

I gave birth to Yimou, and I took care of him at home for a year. A year later, I was admitted to medical university. His father's salary is very low. I have to use his money as soon as I go to college, so my family is short of money, and my situation is getting worse and worse.

Yimou was very poor when he was a child. He is wearing patched clothes and cloth shoes made by my mother-in-law. I don't even remember giving him pocket money, as long as he can eat.

Yimou went to kindergarten at the age of 6. Every day, I send him there. Sometimes he doesn't want to go, so I put him on my back to coax him. He can remember now.

Later, the family situation became worse and worse. His father's salary is not high, only 60 yuan. The salary I got after graduation was only 59.5 yuan, which I have been getting for many years. 1954 gave birth to a second child, and 1957 gave birth to a third child. The hardships of life can be imagined.

Aunt Yimou's daughter is one or two years older than him. In elementary school, Yimou was greatly influenced by this cousin. His cousin loves painting, and Yimou follows. Cousin paints beautiful women and asks for warriors. In addition, he also portrayed and carved many warriors, all kinds. During the "Cultural Revolution", Yimou studied color painting, painted with a brush, painted plum blossoms and painted heads. This little guy is still famous here. After the Cultural Revolution began, Yimou painted ten portraits of Chairman Mao in different periods, which were very large and placed in the yard. He also drew a picture and posted it on the door.

Before the fourth grade of primary school, Yimou loved painting and reading novels all day. When he was a child, he was poorly nourished and in poor health. Once he fainted in class. I took him to our hospital for examination and found that he was anemic. He lives in the pediatric ward. I will go to see him as soon as I have time. Every time I go, I see him reading with a thick book in his arms. I followed him during rounds. Professor He of Pediatrics lost his temper and said, "Dr. Zhang, what's wrong with you? It's a waste of brains for you to let him read such a thick book! " I confiscated the book at once.

Yimou likes folk stories and masterpieces best. What? A Dream of Red Mansions, Water Margin and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Yimou finished reading these books as early as primary and secondary schools. Later, I heard from his cousin: "When I was a child, I played with children in the alley of someone else's house. He never fights with people, so people let him tell stories. Many children gathered around and listened attentively! "

Yimou can listen quietly, and he is a very attentive person, just like his father. He loves studying as much as I do, so although he always reads novels after school, his academic performance is still very good. Every semester, he will get back a three-good student card. I didn't keep it for him, and I never hung it on the wall because I thought he should. You may think that I don't educate my children enough, but Yimou is not conceited until now. I have never cultivated his sense of superiority.

Yimou's father is a grumpy man, and so is Yimou himself. He goes home occasionally, and both of them sit there with their father. You read the newspaper and I read the newspaper, each reading his own, and no one said a word. Sometimes when I go to sleep, he is still there watching, immersed in his own world, as if he has nothing to say to us. I realized that when the child grows up, he has his own life, and home is just a place for him to rest. But I still told him, Yimou, that he is your father. When you come back, ask him how he is, whether he is well or not, and whether there are any difficulties at home. He doesn't need your help, but you should let him know that you care about him. People are old and need the warmth of their children.

After listening to these words, Yimou seemed to realize something and nodded again and again. Since then, Yimou took the initiative to talk to his father as soon as he got home, and his father began to talk more. His father is very interesting. Once the chatterbox is opened, there will be a lot to say. Sometimes I just interrupt, so the family atmosphere is more active than before. I understand why Yimou doesn't like to talk when he comes home. Character is only one aspect. Besides, he is still young, and his mind is devoted to his own career.

Actually, Yimou is a little afraid of his father. He never said it, but I do know it. That's what Yimou smoked when he filmed Red Sorghum. Xiaohua came and told us how many ashtrays Yimou had. As soon as I heard it, I thought it was a terrible thing. His father used to smoke. Although he gave up smoking later, tracheitis remained and never recovered. So, I made a special trip to Xi 'an with his father. I went to his place and saw the smell of smoke and ashtrays, all of which were there. His father immediately wrote him a note telling him to quit smoking immediately.

I used to know that Yimou smoked. I told him several times, but it was useless. We made a special trip to Xi 'an, and his father wrote a note to show his attitude, so he gave up smoking. Later, when someone asked him why he quit smoking, he said: He wanted to make more movies. But I know his father played a role.

This shows from one side that Yimou's father is a very strict person with delicate feelings but not exposed, much like Yimou's father. I have never seen their father and son cry, even in those years when the family parted ways. Only once, Yimou's father was seriously ill, and Yimou came all the way back. I said to Yimou's father, "Yimou is back. If you have something to tell your child, just tell him. " As a result, their father and son cried bitterly, and I also shed a lot of tears.

The story of Mao Zedong's childhood:

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