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An old pedant was walking at night when he suddenly met his dead friend. The bookworm is straightforward and not afraid. He asks, "Where are you going?" He said, "I am a ghost official. I went to Nancun to have a look, so I am suitable for the same way. " Because of parallelism.
As soon as the house was broken, the ghost said, "This scribe's house is not crazy either." Q: "How do you know?" As the saying goes, "ordinary people camp during the day, and their spirits are lost, but they can't remember when they sleep." Yuan Shen lang che, the book read in his chest, shines every word, and comes out from a hundred orifices. Its shape is light and colorful, rotten as splendid. Learn like Zheng Kong, write like Qu Song and Ban Ma, and compete with the stars and the moon for glory; The second person is several feet long, and the second person is several feet long, which is getting worse. The people at the bottom are fireflies, such as Yi Deng and Yinghu. People can't see them, only ghosts and gods can see them. The lights in this room are seven or eight feet high, so we can see. "
The pedant asked, "I have studied all my life." How much light should I have when I sleep? " The ghost mumbled something for a long time and said, "You went to Uncle Jun yesterday and fell asleep in broad daylight. You read a chapter in your mind, five or six hundred ink volumes, seventy or eighty classics, and thirty or forty strategies. Every word turned into black smoke, which enveloped the whole house. The sound of students reading is like being in a thick cloud and fog. They don't see the light and dare not lie. " The pedant angrily denounced it and laughed away.
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An old pedant was walking at night when he suddenly met a friend who had died. Old pedants have always been strong-willed and not afraid. He asked him, "Where are you going?" Answer: "I am an official of the underworld, and I want to go to Nancun, which happens to be the same way as you." So they left together.
Passing through a broken house, the ghost said, "This is the house where learned people live. Don't be presumptuous. " The old pedant asked, "How do you know?" The ghost replied, "mortals are busy with business during the day, and their spirituality is buried." Only when they sleep, their hearts are not disturbed by other thoughts, and their vitality is clear. Every word of the book they read in their chests reveals their light, which radiates from their whole bodies. " This kind of light is fluttering, colorful and splendid. Learning is not as good as that of Zheng Xuan and Kong, and the articles are written like Qu Yuan, Song Yu, Ban Gu and Sima Qian, whose light shines on the sea of clouds and galaxies, competing with the sun and the moon. A little worse, the light is a few feet higher, a little worse, almost a few feet higher, and then gradually decreases downward. Extremely inferior small oil lamps such as fireflies still have some light in the doors and windows. This kind of light is invisible to people, and only ghosts and gods can see it. The light in this room is seven or eight feet high, so I know there is a learned man in it. "
The old pedant asked, "I have studied all my life." How high can I shine when I sleep? "
The ghost hesitated for a long time before saying, "Yesterday, when you were taking a nap in the library, you saw a classic, 500 or 600 imperial examination papers, 70 or 80 articles explaining classics, and 30 or 40 articles on current political strategies, all of which turned into black smoke and hung on the roof. The voice of the students reading the text spread in the thick fog. I really didn't see a glimmer of light, and I dare not talk nonsense. "
The old pedant shouted angrily, and the ghost left with a smile.