During the Spring and Autumn Period, Ji Li, the son of the State of Wu, wandered alone. One day, he came to a place and was walking when he suddenly found a string of money left in the middle of the road. Ji Li wanted to pick up the money, but he felt it was beneath him to bend down to pick it up. This kind of thing should not be done by a noble son like me. He looked around to see if anyone had come.
It happened that a woodcutter was carrying firewood from the front. Ji Li thought that he would be very grateful if this man could pick up the money. The two bundles of firewood he picked are not worth so much money.
When the woodcutter came to him, Ji Li saw that he was still wearing a fur coat in winter. It was early May and summer. Although it was not very hot, it was terrible to wear a fur coat. Ji Li thought that this man must be very poor, so it was just right for him to pick up the money.
So Ji Li shouted to the woodcutter, "Hey, come and pick up the money on the ground."
When the woodcutter saw Ji Li, he felt very angry. He threw the sickle on the ground, waved his hand, stared at Ji Li and said, "Who are you?" Why do you look down on people? Since I can wear fur to collect firewood in hot summer, am I a greedy person? "
When Ji Li heard what the woodcutter said, he felt a little respect in his heart. He quickly apologized to him and said, "I'm really sorry, I misjudged the wrong person." Please don't take it personally! May I know your name, sir? "
The woodcutter smiled contemptuously at Ji Li: "You are short-sighted, only looking at superficial problems, and you are so arrogant. Why should I tell you my name? " Said, firewood head didn't back, also no longer ignore Li Ji, picked up a sickle, didn't look at the money on the ground and went away.
Ji Li looked at the woodcutter's fading back and felt ashamed.
Some people often judge others by their shallow knowledge, which is a bit "the belly of a gentleman, the heart of a villain."
Fable story of poverty 2 Once upon a time, in a small mountain village, there was a thatched cottage that sheltered from the wind in winter and the rain in summer. This is the residence of a poor bachelor. There is nothing in his room except an old bed with broken feet, and there are no valuable clothes.
On this day, the poor man didn't even cook. He lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, dreaming of making a fortune.
As he thought about it, he said to himself, "If I had money, I would definitely adjust my life. I will eat delicacies and manna every day, unlike some misers, who don't spend money with money in their hands, but only earn money. " If I have money, I can not only spend money like water, but also use it for charity to make all the poor people live a good life. "
The poor man thought like this, vaguely as if he were going to sleep. At this time, he felt someone talking to him on the pillow: "After listening to your words, I really hope to be good friends with you, and I can help you realize your dream."
At first glance, the poor man doesn't know this man, but he seems to have seen him somewhere. The man said to the poor, "I have designed a good plan for you." This is a wallet with a gold coin in it. Remember, there is only one gold dollar. Whether you can make a fortune this time depends on yourself. " No matter how many gold coins you take out of this bag, there is still one gold coin in it, but one thing needs to be explained. If you think you have enough gold coins, you must throw the money bag into the lake, otherwise, the gold coin bag will lose its magic. "
After listening to these words carefully, the poor man nodded vaguely and thought:
"This person may be a fairy or a devil!"
The man really gave the poor man a pocket and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Poor Han took a gold dollar out of his pocket. Sure enough, there is a gold dollar. He tried to take it out and then touched his pocket. Sure enough, there is a gold dollar in it. Poor Han was very unhappy and kept taking it out of his pocket.
Throughout the day, the poor man forgot to eat and kept digging for gold coins. Until the next day, he was a little dizzy from hunger and had to stop and ask for something to eat, and then he sat there digging for gold coins.
Gold and RMB piled up into mountains. The poor man wanted to throw his pocket into the lake, but he just walked to the lake and sat there digging for gold and RMB.
Jin Yuan has piled up into a hill. The poor man wanted to throw his pocket into the lake, but he regretted it as soon as he got to the lake. He took his wallet home again and continued to dig out the gold dollar.
Year after year, day after day, the poor man never threw his wallet into the lake. The poor man became very old and became ill again. One day, the poor man couldn't walk, and finally looked at the gold dollar and passed away.
This fable tells us that even if you have too much wealth, if your life has no color and meaning, then you are a poor rich man.
Allegory of poverty 3 Once upon a time, there was a man who got up every morning and was rich. He looked at the endless money and had a headache. He doesn't know how to use it to become valuable. So he went out with money, passed by the lively vegetable market, listened to many people bargaining and bought some vegetables; Passed by the gorgeous circus, watched several performances and bought some souvenirs; Passing through the antique street, I touched some toys and bought some I like. ...
Watching and playing all the way, it was dark before I knew it. The man's mind is still full of debauchery during the day, dogs and horses, and he is still carrying unfinished food, souvenirs and antiques.
He feels full.
When he carefully recalled what happened during the day, a question suddenly popped up from his heart: Is the money I spent valuable? A cold wind wrapped in darkness blew from that corner, and the man shivered; He felt in his pocket, only to find that he didn't know when his money had run out.
He felt as if he didn't spend much money, but all the money was really spent. Lying in bed, thinking about this problem, he fell asleep in a daze. Just before going to sleep, he seemed to be mumbling, if I have that much money tomorrow, I must do something more meaningful.
At night, a leprechaun flew into his window, raised his wand and drew some complicated curves in the air. With the light and sweet singing, the man's pocket is full of countless money.
The goblin flew to the man's pillow and kissed him gently on the forehead with a smile. In his sleep, he suddenly couldn't remember where he was and what he had just done, and looked at the front in confusion and calm.
The next day, the man opened his eyes and found that he had a lot of money, which he could hardly spend. He began to feel distressed. How can he be worth it?
Fable story of poverty 4 ants look at the big ao
In ancient times, there lived a big aojiang in the East China Sea. This big rock is so big that people are amazed at it. It has Penglai Fairy Mountain on its head and plays freely in the vast sea. Its movements are spectacular. When it took off, it went straight into the sky, and the water column came straight up, and the water splashed directly to Fiona Fang. It dived into the water, the waves rolled, the sound of the waves was deafening, and a huge whirlpool rolled up in the sea. Such a strange sight is simply breathtaking.
A group of red ants live on the anthill. They are busy with their lives all day and have never seen the world. A red ant traveling outside heard about this big aojiang, and he was longing for it. He came back and said to the ants, "I heard that there is a big aojiang in the East China Sea, and the spectacle of action is unparalleled in the world." Let's go and have a look! " Hearing this, the ants thought it was really a good opportunity to broaden their horizons and agreed happily.
The ants traveled long distances and finally came to the edge of the East China Sea. They waited day and night, just to see the elegant demeanour of Da Ao with their own eyes. After waiting for more than a month, the big aojiang never showed up, and the ants were more and more eager to see it.
The ants were really frustrated when they waited, so they discussed and considered going back. Just as they were about to leave, it suddenly got dark and there was a strong wind. There are huge waves on the sea, and the sound of waves colliding is as shocking as thunder. The ants were almost blown away by the wind. They struggled to shout, "Be careful, I'm afraid Da 'ao will appear soon!" " "
A few days later, the wind gradually weakened and the sea surface returned to its former calm. Seen from a distance, the sea meets the sky. A mountain rises slowly, and the top of the mountain has disappeared into the clouds in the air, sometimes drifting east and sometimes drifting west.
At this time, ants can't help talking about it. They said, "So many miles, so many days, that's all." The fairy mountain on the top of the great depression is like a grain of rice on our heads; It swims around in the sea and stops, just like we crawl and rest in the ant grave. It's just different degrees. There's nothing to make a fuss about. It's a waste of our energy to come all the way to see it! "
It is ignorant of ants to compare the earth-shattering feat of the Great Olympics with their insignificant behavior. Being a man requires more humility and less pride; More self-motivated and less self-satisfied and lazy.
The fable of poverty 50 generations are poor and rich.
Ten generations of poor ancestors, the situation has been very poor, really: no awning, no place to stand. Poor to his generation, he has been poor for ten generations, so people call him "ten generations poor."
One day, ten generations of poor people had a whim: why am I so poor and my ancestors have always been so poor? God is so unfair. I'm going to ask the Buddha in the west and ask him for an explanation. He packed his bags and set off in a hurry. Just out of the house, I met a member of the same village. The member asked, "Ten generations are poor. Why are you in such a hurry? Where are you going? " Ten generations of poor people spoke their minds truthfully. The member said, "When you see the Buddha, ask me something. I have a daughter, 18 years old, who still doesn't talk. I don't know why. Ten generations of poor people agreed to the member's request. After a while, I met the Land Bodhisattva, and the Land Bodhisattva also asked the ten generations of poor people to help me ask one thing: "I am here to bless one side, why is no one burning incense to worship?" Ten generations of poverty still agreed.
Ten generations of poor people move on. Drink a few mountain springs when you are thirsty; Eat a few mouthfuls of dry food when you are hungry; Tired, just lie under the tree for a while. The crow in the tree saw that ten generations were poor and talked to him with concern. Hearing this, the crow supported the action of the tenth generation and asked the tenth generation to help him ask a question: "I laid a nest of eggs here, why can't I hatch a little crow?" Ten generations of poor people also agreed to the crow's request.
Ten generations of poverty have passed for a long time. One day, he came to a river and looked at the endless river. No one and no tools to cross the river. He thought, this is a bad time, and his idea is difficult to realize. Just when I was at a loss, a turtle swam across the river. The tortoise saw the thoughts of the poor ten generations and said to the poor ten generations, "You promise me a request and I will carry you across the river." Ten generations of poor people said, "Don't say one request, it's ten. As long as you carry me across the river, I will promise. " The tortoise said, "I have been carrying people across the river here for tens of thousands of years." Why can't I become an immortal? Ask the Buddha for help. " Ten generations of poor people remembered the tortoise's request.
Ten generations crossed the river penniless and walked for a long time. Through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through wind, frost, rain and snow, no difficulties and obstacles have shaken his confidence and determination. One day, the tenth generation of poor people dragged their tired bodies and continued to rush forward. Suddenly, an old man with a white beard fell from the sky, blocking the way of the tenth generation of poor people and saying, "I am a Buddha." Ask me something. " Ten generations of poor people were overjoyed to see the Buddha, and their mood was difficult to calm down. I don't know where to get it at the moment. Because there are too many things to ask, he feels that if he doesn't ask about foreign members, he will be bullied by foreign members when he goes back; If you don't ask the land bodhisattva, he won't bless himself; If you don't ask the crow, the crow won't let go of itself; If you don't ask about the tortoise, he can't go back to his hometown. After fierce ideological struggle, selfishness was finally defeated. Ten generations of poor people asked about them one by one, and kept the Buddha's answers in mind. I was about to ask myself something when the Buddha suddenly disappeared.
Ten generations of poor people were discouraged and returned to the river. Ten generations of poor people told the tortoise: Buddha said that you have a night pearl on your head (a rare thing that can copy gold and silver treasures, oil, rice and money), and you can become immortal if you take it off. The tortoise said, please help me take it off!
Ten generations of poor people came under the big tree and told the crow: Cut off the ganoderma lucidum in the nest and the little crow can hatch. The crow said, please help me cut it off!
Ten generations of poor people came to the Earth Bodhisattva and told the Earth Bodhisattva that the Buddha said that you had a pot of gold on your left and a pot of silver on your right. If you dig it up, someone will burn incense. The land bodhisattva said, please help me dig it out!
Ten generations returned to their hometown with the night pearl and ganoderma lucidum, and with gold and silver. As soon as she arrived at the village entrance, her daughter shouted in the attic, "Ten generations are poor, ten generations are poor!" " "Mr. W heard shouts from the room and asked the ten generations of poor people. Did you ask about me? Ten generations of poor people asked questions, and Buddha said that your daughter spoke when she saw her man. I think, wasn't that you my daughter saw just now? So I decided to marry my daughter to ten generations of poor people.
After that, the tenth generation married the daughters of foreign members, bought fields and real estate with gold and silver, and lived a happy life.