Yan Xitong on the side sneered: "You don't know how to do such a simple thing? I really don't know how you grew up."
I immediately stared back: "Do you think everyone is like you, having nothing to do and learning from teachers everywhere?"
Yan Xiaoqing coughed, and Yan Xitong and I quickly shut up.
"Old years ago, when a friend was on his way home, he saw an abandoned screen beside the road, on which an old man was walking and looking up. He saw a bird playing with it. Its feathers were jagged but not bright, and it was lifelike.
, this screen has been abandoned for some time, but it has survived despite the wind and rain, because it has a broken eaves on it. Suddenly a bird came from the west and landed on the screen. I saw something similar to myself in the screen, but I didn't think it was similar.
Why? Is there any dirt on the screen bird, so why does it want to be free from mud and dust? The bird's belly is very full, and it wants to smear it with dirt, but there is nothing to come out of the bird, so it moves to another place to eat.
After a while, he came back and jumped on the screen again. The bird was ashamed of it. He turned his back to the mute bird in front of the screen. It seemed to have something coming out, but he knew that its excrement was coming out. It was used to harm one's own appearance, instead of doing it as if it were nothing.
It is good at beauty, so it is covered with dirt and no longer visible to people. A closer look shows the bird and dung ears that the screen man is looking at. Suddenly a ball hits his neck and falls into the well. In the end, the village boy holding a slingshot is not seen.
Ji Ye. Woohoo! Is it any different that my feathers are shining brightly to show off my wealth and nobility, but I have forgotten my original shape and ambition, and am burdened in the world, like a beast without its origins? Is it okay to die?"
After finishing reading, Yan Xiaoqing folded his arms and said, "You must recognize all the words."
I swallowed my saliva and said, "I don't recognize one of them."
I saw that Yan Xitong's face seemed darker than before.
"Who doesn't recognize me?" Yan Xiaoqing is quite patient, unlike Yan Xitong, who looks like he wants to strangle me to death.
I quickly said: “I don’t recognize the corpse with a ‘nine’ under the word ‘corpse’.”
"Fuck." Yan Xitong said neither coldly nor hotly.
"ah?"
"That word is pronounced 'fuck'!" Yan Xitong repeated impatiently: "It's really stupid."
"Eighth brother, please stop saying a few words." Yan Xiaoqing glanced at Yan Xitong and said seriously: "Do you recognize everyone except this one?"
I hesitated for a moment and read the article carefully before I dared to nod.
"Um."
"尻, it means buttocks."
I suddenly realized that ancient Chinese literature is really profound and profound, and that such an insulting and elegant word can be described in such an elegant way.
"Do you understand the meaning?" Yan Xiaoqing asked again.
"I almost understand everything." I said.
Yan Xitong suddenly came over with ill intentions: "Then you should tell me."
He smiled so obscenely, did he think I was pretending to understand?
"There's nothing difficult about this, but I've said it before. I haven't read many books, so my explanation may not be so elegant."
Yan Xitong smiled even more obscenely.
I stood up, coughed twice, looked at the text on the wall, and said slowly: "Once upon a time, when a friend was going home, he saw an abandoned screen on the side of the road, with an old man painted on it.
Like a bird, the bird looks pretty good, just like the real thing... Suddenly one day, another bird saw a bird similar to itself on the screen, and suddenly felt jealous and wanted to put the daddy on the screen.
But he couldn't pull it out within a short period of time, so he went out to eat some food. When it was ready to pull the cake, it was shot to death with a slingshot and fell into the well."
I found that after I finished translating the ancient text, Yan Xitong and Yan Xiaoqing both looked at me blankly.
