When he landed, he realized that he was stepping on the master instead of the chair. The young monk suddenly panicked and was tongue-tied. But to the little monk's surprise, the master didn't scold him sharply, but said in a calm tone, "It's cold at night, so you should put on more clothes." We can imagine how his apprentice felt after hearing this from the old Zen master. In this tolerant and silent education, his apprentice was not taken away by him.
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During the reign of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, there was a great scholar named Zhang Ying. One day, Zhang Ying received a letter from home, saying that his family had a dispute with his neighbor over a three-foot wide homestead, and asked him to use his power to ease the relationship and win the lawsuit. After reading the letter, Zhang Ying smiled indifferently and wrote a letter with a poem: Why not let him write a three-foot book? The Great Wall of Wan Li is still there today, but I haven't seen Qin Shihuang. After receiving the letter, the family gave up the three-foot homestead. Neighbors saw it and offered to give it to each other. As a result, it became Liuchi Lane, and this story of peace has been passed down to this day.
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Once, when the barber was shaving Premier Zhou, Premier Zhou suddenly coughed.
With a cry, the knife immediately scratched his face. The barber was very nervous and at a loss.
But to his surprise, Premier Zhou did not blame him, but kindly said to him:
"It's not your fault. I didn't say hello to you before coughing. How did you know I was moving?
And then what? "Although this is a small matter, it shows us the beauty of Premier Zhou.
Virtue-tolerance.
There are six brothers and sisters in my family. When I was a child, sometimes I would inevitably enter the dragon when I was eating. My mother often says at the dinner table that you big ones should look big, the small ones should look small and be modest. Everyone else is obedient, and I am picky about food and greedy. (I may have a bad appetite at that time, or I may be short of zinc. ) I go my own way. Once, the whole family had dinner and had a pot of stewed sauerkraut.
At the age of thirteen, in the summer vacation, in order to supplement my family, my elder sister led me to the Quantou quarry nine kilometers away to smash stones and sell them. Every day, my mother will prepare lunch for us, two big tortillas, salted radish and an fried egg. I was greedy and put down the big cake in the middle. The salted radish didn't move a bite. I only aimed at the fried egg that was a little salty but delicious. I deliberately slowed down the speed of eating and let my sister eat first. After several lunches, I found that my sister only put some eggs in her mouth with chopsticks. I seem to have a conscience. My mother only takes one egg every day, so I can eat it myself. Too much. I set aside half of the eggs. "Sister, you eat these eggs." My elder sister, who is only three years older than me, said modestly, "Elder sister is an adult, but you are still young. Please eat these eggs."
Suddenly grown up, recruits joined the army. There are some words in the company commander's speech: "You are soldiers. Don't be such a mother-in-law. Eat quickly. Don't be humble and hungry. You deserve it." Sure enough, thousands of people eat at Changchun Station, which takes only ten minutes, that is, all get on the bus and set off. 1977 On the morning when the army was ordered to return after the big exercise, I stood for a new soldier for a while. A few minutes before departure, I hurried to the kitchen for dinner. On the way, I heard the sound of eating noodles from the kitchen, which almost caused an earthquake. It was a full company, and the officers and men ate noodles together, attracting hundreds of onlookers. When I walked into the kitchen,
Demobilized to the local area and married a daughter-in-law, but the tradition of being a soldier will not be lost for a while. One morning at breakfast, suddenly, my wife hit my hand with chopsticks. I looked blankly for a while. Looking down, there were few dishes left under my nose. My wife said with a complicated smile, "You eat a little dictatorial and never give in. You know, we have been married for three months. You do this every day, I want to say that this is not good. " Tell me how to stir the dishes in the middle of the table bit by bit with chopsticks, then devour them and ask me, "What are you doing eating so fast?" Do you get together after dinner? Don't forget, can't you order before your daughter-in-law has finished eating? " I feel guilty to explain that this is a habit formed by many years of being a soldier. Everything at the dinner table happened involuntarily. In the face of my wife's criticism, I was ashamed, and my face was red and hot for many days.
My wife's criticism is like pouring cold water on my head, and I quickly got rid of the habit of modesty. Since then, in my subconscious, there are no military songs before meals and no sweet speakers after meals. In the later days, Cai sat firmly in the middle of the table, and the food in the dish was only half of mine. Later, my baby daughter came to our side and I enjoyed a third of the dishes on the plate. Later, the friendship between our husband and wife grew day by day.