On the weekend, I casually flipped through the hardcover books (I have not seen them, placed on the facade of the bookcase), and found that the ancients are the real masters of the paragraphs, which make people laugh and have endless memories, make people laugh at the same time and tell you some truths! Much better than what crosstalk is now making jokes with parents and family! Today I will excerpt a short story to share with you:
It is said that there was a military general who went to war and was about to be defeated, and suddenly the heavenly divine soldiers crushed the enemy. The man was so grateful that he bowed to heaven and asked the immortals for their origins and names.
The immortal replied: I am the stacker (note this title).
The warrior general prostrated his head again, saying how could I, how could I get the God of The Stacks to save me.
But the god of the stacks told him: You don't have to thank me, I just came to repay the favor.
The warrior was astonished: How could I have ever been gracious to God?
The god replied: Of course there is grace, I am in the training ground on weekdays, and you have never shot me with an arrow (never hurt me with an arrow).
It's a real fainting.
If you think about it carefully, isn't it a satire on some people who are in high positions and do not learn no skills, do not seek merit but seek no fault! There are not many such people now!