When Wang Anshi was a child, he lived in Yanbuling, Linchuan City. There was a noodle restaurant on the street not far from home. When Wang Anshi went to school, he passed by this noodle restaurant every day and often had breakfast here. Over time, he got to know the owner of the noodle restaurant.

One day, Wang Anshi went to this noodle restaurant to eat noodles again. After entering the door, I chose a seat and sat down. The boss and the man tried to test him, deliberately not giving him a face. Wang Anshi waited for a long time and saw that everyone who came in had eaten noodles. He asked the waiter, "Master, is my noodles ready?" The man replied, "I'm coming." After a while, I saw the waiter holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand and handing it to Wang Anshi: "Ya Zi, your bowl of noodles is ready. Master Fu Shuo will bring it up himself." Wang Anshi went straight to the kitchen and saw a bowl of steaming shredded pork noodles on the stove pier. The boiling noodle soup is about to overflow the bowl. The master smiled and said to Wang Anshi, "Yazi, this bowl of noodles is specially made for you. It's delicious and has a lot of meat. You can take it to the front of the hall without spilling a drop of soup, which means you eat it for nothing. " Wang Anshi asked, "Is this true?" Master Fu Shuo: "You can't even afford a bowl of noodles for such a big noodle restaurant?" What Wang Anan stone! He has many ideas. He gently reached into the bowl with chopsticks and picked up the noodles. There is naturally only half a bowl of soup left in the bowl. In this way, Wang Anshi picked up the soup bowl in his left hand and picked up the noodles with chopsticks in his right hand. He brought a bowl of hot noodles to the store and ate it with relish. Everyone in the noodle restaurant gave thumbs up and praised: Wang Anshi is really a child prodigy! (Kobayashi finishing)

When Yue Fei was very young, his mother taught him many words.

That night, Yue Fei took off his trousers, got into bed and asked his mother to mend his trousers. Mother-in-law mended the patch, put on pants for Yue Fei, and urged Yue Fei to go to bed quickly. Yue Fei sat up at once, pulled his coat over and put it on his body. He called out to his mother and said, "You can only read, but you can't write. If I forget it in a few days, teach me to write tomorrow? "

"Chinese, I will teach you tomorrow."

"Niang! You often say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, so teach it tonight. " Yue Fei said, stretching out his arm to get dressed. Mother-in-law pressed Yue Fei's chubby shoulder and said, "Look at your hurry, it won't be overnight." The mother-in-law is really happy to see her son so eager to learn.

Yue Fei doesn't need to learn to write. He held out his hand and said, "Take a pen and paper and teach two words in bed first, huh?" Yue Fei pouted angrily and begged his mother to teach him to write.

Speaking of pen and ink, my mother-in-law feels like a needle. If we had paper, pens and ink, we would have taught our children to write. In recent years, food, clothing, housing and transportation depend on my husband. I am really embarrassed to ask my husband for some pen, ink and paper money. Yue Fei looked at Niang's gloomy face, as if she knew her mind, and quickly said, "I won't study." Close your eyes when you go to bed. Seeing that Yue Fei is so sensible, her mother-in-law is close to her heart and will understand her heart. Thinking of moist eyes, she stroked Yue Fei's head and said, "I'll buy you some pen and ink tomorrow. Go to sleep! "

Yue Fei said nothing and her nose moved slightly. My mother-in-law pushed Yue Fei and saw him asleep. Mother-in-law cleaned up the things on the table, scraped the ashes in the fire pit, buried the fire and went to bed.

Yue Fei didn't listen to anything and opened his eyes. He was just pretending to sleep! Yue Fei thought: Ask the children who go to school. I am afraid that if I don't give it, there will be something good. If you want it once or twice, you can't ask others for it every day. Write on the wall, and the wall painting will be dirty in two days. Thinking about the upper eyelid and the lower eyelid, I started playing. I vaguely saw an old man coming out of the fire door in the kitchen, with shiny hair and long beard, sitting on the haystack next to the bellows, gently pulling out the burnt blue ash with his hand, laying it on the ground, picking up a fire stick and writing one by one. Yue Fei's heart flashed and he was suddenly enlightened. Isn't this a pen and paper? Yue Fei was pleasantly surprised and giggled. Suddenly someone gave him a push and woke up, only to hear his mother ask him, "What's the happy event in the dead of night?" Laughing so loudly. "

"Niang! Mom! Hurry up, there is a pen and paper! " Yue Fei touched the clothes and put them on, and Niang also lit the lamp. Yue Fei pulled his shoes and ran to the stove to make a fire. He scraped out the blue ash three times and two times, smoothed it out with his hand and drew it with his thumb. Hey, you're right. He turned around and said, "Mom, just scatter the green ashes on the ground as paper and use your fingers as pens. Write without spending money. "

The next day, her mother-in-law spread the blue and gray on the ground and began to teach Yue Fei to write. Yue Fei followed her mother with her finger on this "green paper". After a long time, she wrote the words "heaven, earth, day, month, up, down, left and right" thoroughly. After writing for a few days, Yue Fei's fingers turned red and purple. When she touched something, she felt terrible. She is worried that her mother will be sad. Yue Fei kept silent, endured the pain and practiced non-stop every day.

Blue ash sometimes burns out, and there is always a gap in it. As soon as it touched gray, the handwriting changed. On this day, my mother-in-law took a sieve and sifted the blue ash again. It is thin and even, and it is spread on the ground. Yue Fei writes on the screened gray, which saves a lot of effort and looks good. After writing for a month, Yue Fei writes more and more words every day. The words written by fingers are very big, and the green ash is bigger than the mat, which is not enough for Yue Fei. Yue Fei wrote that there was not enough blue ash, so he went to a nearby fire pit to dig it out. Later, my mother-in-law took the silver hairpin off her head and asked Yue Fei to write on the ash with it. Write on the ash with a silver hairpin, even and small, no need to sharpen your fingers.

No one can tell how many words Yue Fei wrote with this "silver hairpin pen" and "green gray paper", except that the green gray used by Yue Fei fully pulled the troika, and her mother-in-law's silver hairpin was shortened by more than half an inch.

Read Yue Fei's childhood story.

-Thinking about "grey paper"

Yue Fei is a famous national hero in China and an idol in our mind. His deeds are widely circulated. During the winter vacation, I read a story about Yue Fei's childhood.

When Yue Fei was born, there were walls all around the house. Before the full moon, a flood broke out in his hometown and his father was washed away by the water. Although the mother and son survived, they had to live in exile and live a poor life. However, Yue Fei liked learning very much since he was a child. At the age of five, he learned thousands of words by heart. One day, Xiao Yuefei suddenly asked his mother for paper and pen to learn to write. Her mother was puzzled. She was too poor to eat enough. How can she afford paper and pens? Looking at her mother's embarrassment, the sensible Yue Fei stopped making trouble, but she was still thinking about what to do. One day, he squatted by the fire and cooked, staring blankly at the fire. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he jumped up and shouted, "I have a way to write, I have a way to write." I saw Yue Fei carefully scrape out the blue ash in the kitchen by hand, gently spread it on the ground, and then carefully write down the words with his fingers. This method is really good. Since then, Yue Fei has been writing on the ground in front of a pile of green ashes every day, and his fingers are worn out, but Yue Fei doesn't care and still insists on writing and reading every day.

After reading this, I think our present conditions are so superior. There are high-grade pencil boxes, countless pencils, fragrant erasers, brand-new notebooks in the students' schoolbags ... school supplies can be said to be everything. However, many students do not cherish these things. They just concentrate on playing all day and don't pay attention to learning at all. They don't care if they don't listen carefully in class, they don't care if they haven't finished their homework, and they don't care if they don't do well in the exam. Books are scribbled and pencils are thrown everywhere. These students really shouldn't! Let's think about Yue Fei's learning conditions and his diligence. Don't these students feel blushing? I really want to wake up these students loudly and let them wake up quickly. I must recommend the article "Grey Paper" to them, so that they can learn from Yue Fei's diligence.

After reading the article "Grey Paper", I was deeply moved by Yue Fei's fighting spirit. I am determined to learn from his tireless learning spirit. I secretly said to myself: "Yue Fei is still studying so hard under such difficult conditions, and my current conditions are so good. I must follow his example and study harder than him. " From this moment on, the glorious image of Yue Fei is firmly imprinted in my mind, inspiring me from time to time. I take learning erhu as an example. I didn't play well before, and I always gave myself reasons to say that I learned later than them and didn't play as well as my classmates. This is normal. Now, I don't think so. For example, this Sunday, I stayed indoors and concentrated on practicing at home. As a result, the erhu teacher was deeply surprised and praised again and again. I said to myself, "This is just the beginning. The spirit of Yue Fei inspires me, and the image of Yue Fei is printed in my mind. My future progress is far more than that! "

Children, let's all read the article "Grey Paper" and learn the spirit of Yue Fei's hard work, so that we can have a brand-new harvest every day.

Never too old to learn; Endless learning

When Su Shi was young, he was gifted. He read widely, learned a lot of classics and history, and was good at writing, so he was appreciated by people and his self-esteem sprouted.

One day, Su Shi wrote a couplet in front of the door: "Know all the words of the world; Read all the books on the earth. " Both "doing" and "times" are right, vividly drawing Su Shi's pride at that time. Unexpectedly, a few days later, an old man with a childish face made a special trip to Su Zhai to ask Su Shi for advice. He asked Su Shi to recognize the book he brought. Su Shi didn't care either. When he saw it, he was shocked. Su Shi, who didn't know a word in the book, was ashamed of it. He had to say no to the old man again and again, and the old man drifted away with a smile.

Su Shi was ashamed and ran to the door and added two words to the couplet. The realm is new, and all the neighbors scratch their eyes: "I know the words of the world when I am angry; Determined to read all the books on earth. "

Difficult brothers and sisters

One day, Su Dongpo said to Su Xiaomei, "Everyone says you have extraordinary wisdom. If you can treat me well overnight, I will admire you. " Su Xiaomei smiled and replied, "Why one night?" Su Dongpo saw that she was sure, so she said her first part:

Narcissus holds the Hosta, and the sound is slow before the wind.

Su Xiaomei listened, secretly saying that it was difficult, but at the moment he was sorry. After a while, she saw a maid serving tea in the moonlight. She was moved by this scene:

Yu Meiren, wearing a Hong Xiuxie, attracts Bu Bujiao under the moon.

Dongpo listened to his sister's second couplet and praised it again and again. Six musical names, Water Fairy, Yu Meiren, Hosta, Hong Xiuxie, Slow Voice and Bu Bujiao, are properly embedded in this couplet, and concrete images are given by personification, making it more skillful and easier to handle.

/kloc-at the age of 0/8, Li Qingzhao married Zhao Mingcheng in Bianjing. Zhao Mingcheng was a student of Li Qingzhao and the son of Prime Minister Tingzhi Zhao. After marriage, the husband and wife have deep feelings and often write poems in newspapers. One year on the Double Ninth Festival, Li Qingzhao wrote the famous "Drunken Flowers" and gave it to her husband who was an official outside: "The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and the golden beast is sold. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and the light chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. " Don't get carried away, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "Autumn boudoir loneliness, boudoir melancholy, vividly on paper. According to the record of the Cape Ring Record, Zhao Mingcheng was amazed after receiving it, unwilling to give in to the wind, so he stayed indoors, forgot to eat and sleep for three days and three nights, and wrote fifty poems. He incorporated this poem by Li Qingzhao into it and asked his friend Lu Defu to comment on it. Lu Defu played it over and over again and said, "Only three sentences are excellent." Zhao Mingcheng asked which three sentences it was, and Lu Defu replied, "Mo Tao is not charming, and the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "

In 1 127, the northern Jin dynasty invaded Bianjing, and Qin zong was captured and fled south in a panic. Li Qingzhao and his wife also crossed the south of the Yangtze River. The following year, Zhao Mingcheng died in Jiankang (Nanjing).

Li Qingzhao wandered alone in the south of the Yangtze River and spent his later years in loneliness and desolation. The poet suffered the death of his country, his family and his husband, and his lyrics were even more touching. For example, the famous "Sound Slow": "Looking for it, cold and bright, sad and mixed. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold at first. How can you beat him and be late in the wind? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. Who is the second one? How can I say a word? "

At the beginning of the southern expedition, Li Qingzhao also wrote a bold and unrestrained "Summer quatrains": "Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. He used Xiang Yu's unyielding death to counteract the humiliation of Hui Zong's Emperor and his son, and expressed this meaning incisively and vividly.

Sima Guang (10 19— 1086) was born in Xia County, Shaanxi Province (now Shanxi Province). Politicians and historians in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Sima Guang studied hard since he was a child. He feels that he has a poor memory, and he is always not as fast as others in memorizing texts and new words. He secretly said, "Let me try to improve my memory!" " So, he tried to recite the text more, others recited it twice and three times, and he had to recite it five times and six times.

In this way, time is not enough. You have to find time to study after school. Especially in the evening, after playing for a while, he began to read until late. The next day, I will have an early reading. Because I stayed up late at night, I often overslept in the morning and delayed reading.

"Is there any way to solve this problem?"

He wants his mother to wake him up. But his mother loves him dearly and doesn't want him to study so hard.

One day, Sima Guang saw a log in the backyard and had a brainwave. He thought to himself, "There is a way!"

Sima Guang wiped the log clean and put it on the bed as a pillow. There is a piece of wood on his pillow when he sleeps. As soon as he turned over, the wood rolled over and woke him up. In this way, he won't oversleep.

One day, my mother found this log on the bed and was going to throw it away. Sima Guang said, "Mother, don't throw it away. This is my police pillow. "

After listening to his explanation, the mother said with emotion, "son, it's good to study hard, but don't tire yourself out!" " "

Sima Guang replied: "Mom, don't worry, the baby is not a little fool and won't be tired."

Due to hard work, Sima Guang 15 had no books to read. When he grew up, he became a minister of the Song Dynasty and edited the famous chronicle Zi Ye as a Mirror.