The Legend of the Poet 14: Three Reasons for Poor Works

The Legend of the Poet 14: Three Reasons for Poor Works

A few days later, I found a bone marrow match, which was donated by a friend in Taiwan Province Province. It's strange that bone marrow can't match my sister successfully, but the world is full of miracles.

But why are we so obsessed with finding out everything? Many people are in the workplace or officialdom. When they encounter something shady, they must get to the bottom of it. They must know who is stabbing in the back, who is the bad guy, and so on. Can these things be done? If you can't finish it all your life, you might as well treat it with a normal heart and look down.

Because the world is like this, and you are just you.

Recently, the general manager of the administration department is obviously a little depressed, and he has also made some ignorant fires. See how many times he has quietly sent a WeChat to tell me. I think this guy usually takes care of him, so he should thank him, invite him to dinner, and talk to him by the way to make him feel better-I often play the role of "psychological counselor" among middle-level management cadres, and everyone trusts me and will talk to me, get to the bottom of it and tell the truth, while I follow the trend and take them out of the entanglement and darkness.

And my little "smart" is often don't understand. With a little Zen, I can get through it. Everyone is very clever. And you won't let the other person depend on me. This is a kind of psychological empathy, otherwise you will be in big trouble. I have a female manager because I communicate too much with a salesperson. I was supposed to talk to the staff once a month according to the company's requirements, but the salesman fell in love with our female manager. Although everyone has the right to love and be loved, this situation is also a trouble. Of course, I took care of it myself later.

Lao Xiang likes Japanese food, so we went to Huayin Japanese food on the left bank of Jinji Lake, where the scenery is beautiful and people can't leave. When you eat in this place, you must find a window seat with a view of the lake. It was really enjoyable.

After three glasses of sake, the general opened his mouth. You see, just like Japanese housewives, they occasionally serve us with drinks and meals. She wore a western-style white shirt with small wrinkles and a work skirt, which was beautiful and showed her figure. She knelt on the tatami and went ashore as a mermaid, as if she really looked like a gentle Japanese woman.

A total see my eyes always don't aim at his face, deliberately cough, startled me, eyes. He said to me, Brother Shen, two days ago, the group boss called our administrative department inefficient. Do you know the three reasons for not doing a good job? I said, I don't know, I want to hear more.

Mr. Xiang took a sip of wine and his face turned a little red. Behind him are photos of Mount Fuji and Sakura Sea in Japan, which set him off and look particularly charming, hehe. He said that work is like a woman sleeping. I don't think so. This guy might swear. Glancing at it, she was playing with lettuce with her head down, which was natural.

"The first reason why the work is not done well is that the widow is sleeping-there is no one up there ..." I snorted before I could reflect it. As a literature student, she should understand this strange two-part allegorical saying very well.

Items are always smiling when they are seen, so there is no concern. So under the sea of cherry blossoms, he continued to talk about his success and failure: the second reason why he didn't do well was to sleep with his wife-his own people engaged in his own people ... "I smiled again, but I was obviously blushing. I don't know if it's sake or something. Listen, I just drank a little chrysanthemum wine.

"The third reason why the work is not done well is that the woman who slipped fell asleep-there are always people changing people on it ..." Haha, I couldn't hold back and smiled. Looking at sipping your mouth and laughing happily.

I said, Lao Xiang, do you know why the leader criticized you? Who did you sleep with? Ha ha! Lao Xiang said, I didn't sleep at all, sleeping alone, haha!

I said, let's see. Actually, your boss is very good. He can sum up such classic things and put them into the textbooks of Harvard Business School. Look at the nodding, repeatedly say yes.

At this moment, look at the phone ringing, and she went out to answer it. I saw Lao Xiang unhappy, so I said to him, does your brother know the secret of how to do a good job? He is very excited. He leaned in and stared at me.

I see him seriously, ha ha ha smile, to tell you the truth, well done, just like a woman calling for bed, you can't call for bed, you can't call before bed, and you can't call; The sound of calling for bed is too light. No, it's too heavy. It's too scary. Like a symphony, from light to heavy, from heavy to light, sometimes like Kunqu Opera, sometimes like Beijing Opera, sometimes like Huangmei Opera and Yue Opera, and sometimes like Pavarotti.

Your breath and voice, as well as your speed, should be closely coordinated with men's movements, which is the key! When you go from passive cooperation to active guidance, you will succeed! But remember, the key is to make men happy. Of course, the best state is that both people will be happy!

This man is my metaphorical leader! The worst state is to be cool-masturbation team. Ha ha!

A total of listening, a pat on the head, ha ha laugh, you boy, really strong! Just kidding. Pick up the glass and fuck me.

Listen, when we get back, we'll talk about it. I guess that's the kind of joke we're talking about. But this girl is smart, so don't ask what she shouldn't ask. Then pour us wine and vegetables. In front of such a pure and kind girl, manager Xiang and I actually have some shame. In this world, there are many weak women who make us feel inferior or even ashamed.

But what can we do? Wandering in this river's lake and soaking in this vat can only be like this. I have been fantasizing about whether I can change back to that innocent white boy, but unfortunately it is impossible. When I was in high school, I read the prose written by Lin Qingxuan, a writer from Taiwan Province Province, and I especially liked it. He wrote an article called Snow Boy, which made me feel the feelings of a young man.

The next day, Kan Kan and I asked for leave and went to Shanghai Pudong Airport as family representatives to welcome the arrival of bone marrow. When the brothers and sisters of Tzu Chi Foundation wore blue shirts (this is our honorific title for them, and they are all disciples of Master Yan Zheng in Hualien, Taiwan) and walked down the stairs with bone marrow boxes, a solemn and beautiful feeling surrounded us. I feel that Guanyin Bodhisattva is coming.

I have no distractions in my mind, but I respectfully folded my hands and watched Tzu Chi volunteers hold a bunch of flowers for the team leader. But the Tzu Chi master turned around and respectfully presented flowers to another old man behind him. I looked at it carefully. Oh, my god, isn't this the famous Mr. Li Zhengdao? It is said that he has come to the mainland many times to help with bone marrow transplantation.

The old man is over eighty years old. This time, he came to see doctors and friends in Chinese mainland and gave you guidance. I'm glad to hear it. With the world Nobel Prize winner cheering for you, you will be able to get rid of the disease! At the same time, I secretly vowed to be a Tzu Chi volunteer and help others in all aspects!

Because bone marrow is refrigerated, it needs to be transported to the hospital quickly. Everyone got on the bus in a hurry and sped away. Listen, the operation went well. Although I couldn't leave the hospital immediately, I recovered well.

During the period of listening and self-cultivation, see and I went to all the temples in Jiangnan city to pray for you. We even went to the Xiangshan Temple in Jiangyin to burn incense. There is a thousand-year-old red bean tree. As a scholar, I am obviously very familiar with red beans.

When those red berries come in spring,

Wash it in your southern branch?

Give me a hug and go home,

As a symbol of our love.

We wandered under the swaying red bean tree for a long time, and our thoughts returned to the Liang Dynasty in southern China more than 1000 years ago.

During the Qi and Liang Dynasties in the Southern Dynasties, Buddhism spread eastward, and its influence went deep into China. Liang Wudi Xiao Yan believed in Buddhism and gave his life for the temple several times. Xiao Tong became a monk on behalf of his father, and came to Xiangshan Temple in Gushan, Jiangyin to keep company with Deng Qing's ancient Buddha. At the same time, he studied hard in the dead of night and compiled Selected Works.

Once I went out for a walk and met a beautiful young nun in Antang. They hit it off, had a good talk and fell in love with each other. Over time, they became affectionate. When the Prince returned to Beijing to answer the call, Huiru sent two red beans wrapped in a golden handkerchief as parting gifts.

Because of the disparity in family status, the nun got lovesick and died. The prince returned to the lonely mountain and wept bitterly. He planted a pair of red beans with tears in his eyes, named the grass hall Red Bean Hall, and left full of acacia. His yearning for wisdom is so fascinating that he has been integrated into the "Selected Works".

Soon, the red bean seedlings broke through the ground and grew luxuriantly and gracefully. Thousands of years later, this tree once declined into a dead tree in the Yuan Dynasty, but in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, four new branches grew on the old trunk. It has been 1400 years now, and it is still green and slim. It's really "the root of withered Kun is not old, and the root of spirit is always acacia."

Do what you want to do and leave your life. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.

Nowadays, when people reread Nineteen Ancient Poems in Selected Works, it seems that they can touch the unspeakable pain buried in Xiao Tong's heart.

Regarding Wang Wei's red bean poems, some people have consulted a variety of writing backgrounds, but they have not got a clear answer, and there is no conclusive literature to show that Wang Wei came to Jiangnan, what he saw, heard and thought under the red bean tree in Gushan, and wrote poems handed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, some scholars suspect that Wang Wei, as a famous poet in the mid-Tang Dynasty and ci writers, created this classic five-character Yuefu poem with the help of folklore and the rich imagination of poets in previous dynasties, and presented it to Li Guinian, a famous singer who often traveled in the south of the Yangtze River at that time, so it was also called "a gift from the river", thus singing a great success.

Just like vincent fang's words and Jay Chou's singing, it is popular in China.

Looking at the red bean you want to pick from the tree, the manager is paying close attention to it. Besides, the tree is too high for us to pick at this height. After a while, the administrator may have gone to the toilet and left temporarily. Let me pick her up and reach for two red beans. Fortunately, she has a good figure and is slim. If it is Lao Xia's figure, my old waist will flash.

I said, why only two? You can choose more. Look at that smile, brother-in-law. We just worshipped the Bodhisattva. Don't you remember? We can't be too greedy. We are greedy enough. The fruit of red beans is very rare. Just pick two.