The third son of Emperor Gaozu was born to Empress Bo. Eight years after high school (before 180) is the throne. In the name of benevolence and filial piety, he is famous all over the world, and he never slackens in serving his mother. His mother was ill for three years, and he often disappeared and took off his clothes. Let mom bring the soup, and he won't worry until he tastes it himself. During his 24 years in office, he emphasized the rule of virtue, advocated etiquette, and attached importance to the development of agriculture, which made the Western Han society stable, the population prosperous, and the economy restored and developed. His rule with Emperor Han Jing was called "the rule of culture and scenery".
03 Bite refers to Zeng Shen, whose real name was a native of Lu in the Spring and Autumn Period, a proud disciple of Confucius, who was known as "Ceng Zi" and was famous for his filial piety. When I was a teenager, my family was poor and I often went to the mountains to collect firewood. One day, there were guests at home, and my mother was at a loss and bit her finger with her teeth. Zeng Shen suddenly felt distressed. Knowing that his mother was calling him, he hurried home with firewood on his back and knelt down to ask why. Mother said, "Suddenly a guest came, and I bit my finger. I hope you will come back." Zeng Shen received the guests and treated them with courtesy. The well-read Zeng Shen once put forward the cultivation method of "I will save myself in three days" (The Analects of Confucius Learning). According to legend, his works include Confucian classics such as "The University" and "The Book of Filial Piety". Later, Confucianism honored him as "Zongsheng".
Bailifu Mi and Zihe, born in the State of Lu in the Spring and Autumn Period, are proud disciples of Confucius. They are generous and very filial. In his early years, his family was poor, and he often picked wild vegetables to cook, but he went home from a hundred miles away to serve his parents. After his parents died, he became a big official and was ordered to go to Chu, with hundreds of chariots and horses and accumulated as much as 10 thousand grain. Sitting on a piled brocade mattress and eating a sumptuous banquet, he often misses his parents and laments, "Even if I want to eat wild vegetables, where can I get them?" Confucius praised: "You served your parents best when you were alive, but you missed them after you died!" " (Thoughts on Confucius' Family Language)
Lv Yishun, mother, a native of Lu in the Spring and Autumn Period, was a disciple of Confucius, who called him Yan Yuan. Confucius once praised him and said, "Filial piety, Min Zikai!" (Advanced Analects of Confucius). His biological mother died early, and his father married a second wife and gave birth to two sons. His stepmother often abuses him. In winter, the two younger brothers wore cotton winter clothes, but gave him a "cotton coat" made of reed flowers. One day, when my father went out, Min Min was shivering with cold while pulling a cart. He threw the rope to the ground and was reprimanded and whipped by his father. Lu Hua flew out with a crack, and his father knew that Min had been abused. Father wants to divorce his stepmother when he comes home. Shen Min knelt down and begged his father to forgive his stepmother, saying, "I am the only one who is cold when I leave my mother. My three children will be cold when I divorce my mother." Father was very moved and obeyed him. When the stepmother heard about it, she regretted her mistake and treated him as a parent.
Deer milk is a relative of the Spring and Autumn Period. My parents are old, suffering from eye diseases, and need to drink deer milk for treatment. He went into the mountains in deerskin, mingled with the deer, and milked them for his parents. When I was getting milk, I saw that the hunter was about to shoot a muntjac. Scorpion quickly uncovered deerskin and came out, telling the hunter that milking deerskin is the fact of treating parents. The hunter respected his filial piety and gave him deer milk as a gift to escort him out of the mountain.
In the Spring and Autumn Period, Lao Laizi, a hermit of Chu State, cultivated himself in the southern foot of Mengshan Mountain in order to avoid the chaos in the world. He is filial to his parents and chooses delicious food for them. He is 70 years old and not old. He often wears colorful clothes and plays rattle like a child to make his parents laugh. Once he brought water to his parents and fell down when he entered the room. Afraid that his parents would be sad, he simply went to school on the ground. The children cried and their parents laughed.
Yong Dong is said to be a native of Gancheng (now north of gaoqing county, Shandong Province) in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The teenager lost his mother and moved to Anlu (now Hubei Province) because of desertion. Later, when his father died, Yong Dong sold himself to a rich family as a slave in exchange for funeral expenses. On my way to work, I met a woman in the shade and claimed to be homeless, so they got married. This woman knitted 300 pieces of brocade in January to pay off Yong Dong's debts. She went to Huaiyin on her way home. The woman told Yong Dong that she was the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven and was ordered to help Yong Dong pay his debts. Say that finish volley. So Huaiyin changed its name to Xiaogan.
According to legend, Ding Lan was a native of Hanoi in the Eastern Han Dynasty (now north of the Yellow River in Henan). His parents died when he was young. He often misses his parents' upbringing, so he carved a statue of his parents out of wood. Everything is like life, and he negotiates with the wooden statue. He did not eat until he respected his parents three times a day. He must tell them before going out, and he must see them when he gets home, and he will never slack off. For a long time, his wife didn't respect the wooden statue very much, but curiously used the fingers of the wooden statue to acupuncture, and the fingers of the wooden statue actually bled out. When Ding Lan came home, she saw the tears in the eyes of the wooden statue and asked the truth, so she abandoned her wife.
10 is the servant of his mother Jiangge. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, the state of Qi was Linzi. He lost his father and served his mother very filial. During the war, Jiangge fled behind his mother's back and met bandits several times. The thief tried to kill him. Jiangge cried: My mother is old and has no one to raise her. The thief saw his filial piety and couldn't bear to kill him. Later, he moved to Xiapi, Jiangsu, and worked as an employee to support his mother. He is poor and barefoot, and his mother needs a lot. When Ming Di was elected as Lian Xiao, when Johnny was elected as a virtuous founder, he was appointed as a corps commander with five senses.
A contract a century ago
A rich farmer loves his son deeply. However, in an accident, his son fell off a cliff and died unfortunately. The farmer was heartbroken. In order to "see" his son every day, he built a small grave in the manor. The year is 1797.
A few years later, his family declined and he had to resell his manor. Out of love for his son, he made a request to the buyer: my son's grave must be part of the land and must not be destroyed. Moreover, this requirement was solemnly written into the contract.
How many years have passed, the owner of the land has changed one crop after another, and the names of the children have all disappeared. However, the unknown child's grave is intact under the protection of one contract after another.
One hundred years later, this land of geomantic omen was designated by the government as the cemetery of General Grant. The city government of New York abided by the contract on cemeteries and kept the graves of unknown children. General Grant was laid next to the tomb of the unknown child. 1997, Julia Tavella, then mayor of new york, came to the cemetery of General Grant to solemnly commemorate the centenary of General Grant's death. At the same time, the mayor personally signed a contract as the representative of the landowner, promising that the tomb of the unknown child would exist forever.
(Excerpted from Yellow Race,No. 1, 2005, by Chen Zhihong)
Rude, no reason.
When Charles was young, he often helped in his father's grocery store. There is an unpopular man in the grocery store, and everyone knows that he is unfaithful to his wife; Morally speaking, he is definitely not a respectable person.
Charles has heard a lot about this man's personality, so he has no respect for him like other children. Children call other adult men "Mr. So-and-so", but for this man, they just want to call him "Joe".
One day, Charles's father heard his son talking to Joe, so he called his son to the office. The son explained to his father that the word "sir" is for respectable people, and that guy doesn't deserve it!
"He deserves is his business, you treat him like this is your problem. Now you are rude, young man! " Father said, "it's no excuse for you to be rude to have an opinion of another person!" " "
(Excerpted from Global Times on February 28, 2005, compiled by Rebel Shelley and Liu Juncheng)
Take one's life for others
I once read a novel about a German Nazi officer who loved playing basketball. He told a group of prisoners of war that as long as he could throw the basketball into the basket, he would spare his life, otherwise, he would be shot on the spot immediately.
There happened to be a basketball player among the prisoners. After witnessing many tragic deaths, he calmly and quickly threw the basketball into the basket.
German officers have come up with new tricks. He said, "You can go; But there are still a dozen people left here. You can shoot them one by one. If they all hit, they can still be released, but if they miss once, then you all have to ... "
The athlete's determined face twitched and nodded in agreement. Of course, the crowd almost looked at his hand. But without looking at others, he immediately threw all the basketballs into the basket. Only for the last time, the basketball swayed a few times on the edge of the hoop, and the crowd gave a cry of despair, but the basketball finally rolled into the hoop.
He looked at his hand-it was shaking.
People were saved and looked at him with respect.
(Excerpted from Pan Ganjun's Tonight Evening News on March 24, 2005)
Thank you for your hand.
On the eve of Thanksgiving, a newspaper in Chicago, USA, invited a female primary school teacher to contribute, hoping to get some paintings drawn by children from poor families, and the contents of the paintings were exactly what he wanted to thank.
Children draw happily on white paper. The female teacher guessed that these slum children had nothing to thank, and perhaps most children would draw turkey or ice cream on the table.
When little Douglas handed in his painting, she was taken aback: he drew a hand.
Whose hand is this? This abstract performance puzzled her. The children are also guessing, and this one says, "This must be the hand of God." One said, "It's the farmer's hand, because farmers feed turkeys."
The female teacher approached little Douglas, a thin, dark boy with curly hair, and whispered to him, "Can you tell me whose hand you drew?"
"This is your hand, teacher." The child answered calmly.
It suddenly occurred to her that after school, she often took the children's sticky hands and sent them for a walk. Little Douglas's family is poor, and his shabby clothes are always dirty. The teacher's hand means a lot to little Douglas. He wants to thank it. (Excerpted from Xijiaoren Monthly, No.2, 2005, the author is anonymous)
Love growing class
A doctor went to a primary school in the south of England to visit his old classmates. As soon as she entered the campus, she saw a boy limping by on crutches. After a while, I saw a girl with gauze wrapped in her eyes, supported by a boy three or four years younger than her, and carefully walked into the classroom.
The doctor asked his old classmate in surprise, "Why are there so many disabled children here?" The old classmate smiled and explained: "This is a love growth class in our school. In order to make these naive hearts truly understand and sympathize with the sufferings and misfortunes of others, we require all students to spend a blind day, a sick day, a deaf day, a disabled day and a dumb day in one semester. For example, on the Day of the Blind, they will be blindfolded and can't see anything. Then we will assign other children to help them. This is good for the blind and those who help them. "
So the doctor came to a little girl who was blindfolded and asked kindly, "won't you feel uncomfortable because you can't see?" "No, it was a little uncomfortable at first, but I feel so lucky to think about those people who can't see for a lifetime." Then, the little girl said happily, "Since the day of the blind, the day of the sick, the day of the dumb and the day of the disabled, my love has increased 10 times. Because it is also a very happy thing to give love to those in need. "
(Excerpted from Tuanjie Daily, June 5438+1October 29, 2005, by Wang Jinyou)
The last piece of toilet paper
Once when I was burning incense in a temple, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my stomach. I rushed to the nearest bathroom, but on such a busy day, where could there be any toilet paper left? So I tried to find a remote bathroom with few people. I began to check from compartment to compartment to see if there was any toilet paper left. Fortunately, I actually found a small roll here, only a few layers thin. At this point, I have an urgent impulse to take it all down and use it. But then I thought, what if a poor guy like me comes here again? Out of gratitude to the last person who left me the paper, I only used a small amount of toilet paper and left the rest to the next user.
About two hours later, my stomach began to feel sick again! Like last time, I ran to the nearest bathroom first. But its toilet paper has not been replenished. I had to go back to the original remote and sparsely populated bathroom in near despair. I'm even sure there won't be any toilet paper here. To my surprise, in the compartment I used last time, all the toilet paper I left last time was still there. Originally, I wanted to do something good and leave the toilet paper to others, but that person was actually myself! I became the next user! Guess what I did? Out of gratitude to the last person who left me the paper, although I knew he was myself, I tried to use only half of the remaining toilet paper. (Excerpted from Global Times in April 2005 1, compiled by Liu Juncheng)