It's from Lu You's poem "Reading on a Winter Night and Showing Your Child". It means that the knowledge of
obtained from books is superficial after all, and you must practice it yourself if you want to know things thoroughly. Quan
Poem: The ancient people learned nothing, and it took time to grow old. What you get on paper is shallow, and you never know
that you should do it.
2: "I wonder how the canal is so clear, because there is flowing water from the source."
It's from Zhu Xi's poem "Thoughts on Reading Books". How can it be so clear and bright?
It turns out that a stream of living water keeps flowing from the source. "flowing water from the source" can be extended to the author
to keep reading and learning and strengthen self-cultivation; It can also be understood as rich life practice. The whole poem:
As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened, the sky is shining and clouds are hovering. Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is flowing water from the source
.
3: "All things are learned when they are clear, and the cultivation of human feelings is an article."
a couplet from the fifth cycle of A Dream of Red Mansions. The general idea is: understanding the world and
mastering its laws are all knowledge; Handle things properly, understand the truth, and always
the experience is the article.
4: "it's hard to go through thousands of hardships, but it's only when you blow out the wild sand that you get gold."
it's from Liu Yuxi's Nine Poems of Langtaosha. The general idea is: it is a
very hard course to learn to distinguish right from wrong, but only in this way can we get a real insight. The whole poem: Mo Dao
slanders are as deep as waves, and Mo Yan's guests are as heavy as sand. It's hard to go through all kinds of hardships, but it's only when you blow out the crazy sand that you get to the gold.
5: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more."
It's from Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Za Shi. This means that although the flowers have fallen and turned into
spring mud, they have to provide nourishment for later flowers. We can feel the poet's selfless dedication to the country and the people. The whole poem: leaving sorrow in the sky is oblique, and whipping the east
means the end of the world. I resign and go home, like falling flowers from the branches, but it is not a ruthless thing, into the spring soil, can also play the role of nurturing the next generation.