As an adult, I admire the theory of ancient sages even more.

Text translation: I liked reading very much when I was young. Because the family is poor, there is no way to get books to read. They often borrow books from book collectors, copy them with pens and return them on a specified date. It's very cold in winter, and the ink in the inkstone forms hard ice, so the fingers can't bend and straighten, and they don't relax to copy books. After copying, I ran to send the book back, not daring to exceed the agreed time limit slightly. So most people are willing to lend me books, so I can read all kinds of books. As an adult, I admire the theory of ancient sages more, and I am worried that there are no knowledgeable teachers and celebrities to associate with me. Once I went hundreds of miles away, holding the scriptures and asking the elders with moral knowledge in the village. The old man was so respected that people who asked him questions crowded his room. He never speaks gently, but faces it gently. I stood beside him to serve him, asking questions, asking truth, bending down and listening to him; Sometimes when he scolds me, I look more respectful and behave more thoughtfully, and dare not say a word to answer him; Ask him when he is happy. So although I was stupid, I finally got something. When I was learning from my teacher, I was carrying a book box and dragging my shoes in the deep mountain valley. In winter, the wind is cold and the snow is several feet deep. The skin on my feet cracked because of cold and dryness, but I didn't know it. When I arrived at the school house, my limbs were too cold to move. The waiter washed my hands and feet with hot water and covered me with a quilt. It took a long time to warm up. When staying in a hotel, the host only provides two meals a day, and there is no fresh and fat food to enjoy. The students in the same dormitory are all dressed in embroidered silk, wearing red hats and jewels, white jade rings hanging around their waists, knives in their left hands and sachets in their right hands, which are radiant. I live among them in rags and have no envy at all, because I have enough happiness in my heart and don't feel inferior to others in food and clothing. Maybe my diligence and hard work are just like this. Now that I am old, I have made no achievements, but fortunately, I can rank among the gentlemen, bear the honor of the son of heaven, follow the emperor every day, wait to be questioned, and praise my name inappropriately under the sun, let alone anyone who can surpass me. Now students are studying in imperial academy, and the court provides meals every day. Parents give them fur coats in winter and kudzu coats in summer, so don't worry about freezing and hunger. Sitting downstairs reading classics, there is no hard work; There are teachers like doctors, who ask for advice without asking themselves and get nothing; All the books you should have are concentrated here. You don't have to copy them by hand like me. You can borrow them from others before you can see them. If some of them are not proficient in their studies and their moral quality has not developed, if they are not talented and have low qualifications, they will not be as single-minded as I am. Can you say it's someone else's fault?

Is the landlord in Grade Two the same as me?