Mencius was a great thinker in the Warring States Period. Mencius was famous for losing his father when he was a child, and he relied on his mother Ni to spin and weave day and night, provoking the burden of life. Ni is a hardworking and knowledgeable woman. She hopes her son will make progress in his studies and become a talent as soon as possible. But when I was a child, Monk was naughty and active and didn't want to study hard. He followed his neighbor's children all day to climb trees to catch birds, fish in the river and steal melons in the fields. Meng Mu began to scold and beat, and tried everything, but it was useless. Later, she felt that her son's poor study was related to the bad environment nearby, so she found a house with no naughty children in the community and moved there for the first time. But after moving, Monk still couldn't sit still. One day, Meng Mu went to the river to wash clothes. When he came back, monk wiped the soles of his feet again. Meng Mu thought, there are no children here. Where will he go? I found a neighbor's yard, where there was a big stove, and several blacksmiths covered in oil were soldering iron. In the corner of the yard, Monk is making an anvil out of bricks and a hammer out of sticks, imitating the blacksmith's movements, and having a good time! Meng Mu thought the environment here was still bad, so he moved again. This time, she moved her family to the wild, with no neighbors around, and the cemetery was outside the door. Meng Mu thought that there was nothing to attract his son here. He will always study hard! But in a blink of an eye, Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, the cemetery became lively, and Mencius slipped out again. He saw a funeral procession in mourning, crying and carrying the coffin to the cemetery. Several lean boys dug up the grave with hoes and buried the coffin. He thought it was fun, so he imitated their movements, dug up the ground with branches, and seriously buried a twig as a dead man. It was not until Meng Mu found him that he was taken home. Meng Mu moved for the third time. This time, there is a school next door, and a teacher with a gray beard is teaching a group of students, big and small. The teacher shakes his head and leads the students to learn every day. The slow voice seemed to be singing, and the naughty monk shook his head and began to read. Meng Mu thinks that his son likes studying, so he is very happy. He simply took two pieces of dried meat as tuition and sent Mencius to school. But one day, Monk played truant again. Meng Mu was heartbroken when he found out. When Monk came back from playing enough, Meng Mu asked him, "How have you been studying recently?" Monk said, "Not bad." Meng Mu was furious and scolded, "You worthless thing, you have the nerve to lie after playing truant! I try to knit all day long for what! " With that, he grabbed his ear and dragged it to the weaving room, grabbed a pair of discerning scissors, and "wow", cut off all the cloth to be woven on the loom. Monk was very scared. He didn't understand why his mother did it. Meng Mu threw the scissors and said sharply, "You play truant and don't study, just like cutting cloth, you can't knit it;" If you can't weave, you will have no clothes to wear; If you don't study hard, you will never become a talent. " This time, Monk was really shocked. After thinking hard for a long time, he finally understood the truth and began to concentrate on reading. Because of his genius, he later learned from Confucius' grandson Zi Si and finally became the main representative of Confucianism.