Once upon a time, when Mencius was a child, his father died young, and his mother kept a festival and did not remarry. At first, they lived next to the cemetery. Mencius and his neighbor's children learned to bow down and cry like adults and played a funeral game. Mencius' mother looked at it and frowned: "No! I can't let my children live here! " Mencius' mother took Mencius to the market and lived near the place where pigs and sheep were slaughtered. When they arrived at the market, Mencius and the children in the neighborhood learned that businessmen were doing business and slaughtering pigs and sheep. Mencius' mother knew this and frowned: "This place is not suitable for my children to live in!" "So they moved again. This time, they moved near the school. At this time of the first day of the summer calendar every month, officials go to the Confucian Temple, bow down and treat each other politely. Mencius learned to remember what he saw. Mencius' mother nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is where my son should live!" " "

Tail: Shang:

There is a civilian named Fang Zhongyong in Jinxi who has been engaged in agricultural production for generations. Zhong Yong grew up to five years old, but he never knew about writing tools. One day, Zhong Yong suddenly cried and wanted to write a book. My father was surprised by this and lent it to him nearby. Zhong Yong immediately wrote four poems and signed his name after them. His poems focus on the unity of the people, and (father) passed his poems on to the knowledgeable scholars in the town for appreciation. From then on, as long as someone specifies something to write a poem, Zhong Yong will finish it at once, and the literary talent and truth of his poems are worth seeing. Surprised, the villagers gradually treated his father with courtesy, and some people demanded Zhong Yong's poems with money. His father thinks it is beneficial. He urges Zhong Yong to visit people in his hometown every day and prevents him from studying. I've heard a long time ago. In the era of Ming Dow, I followed my late father home and met Zhong Yong at my uncle's house. Zhong Yong is twelve or thirteen years old. I asked him to write poems, and his poems are no longer in line with previous rumors. Seven years later, I came back from Yangzhou and went to my uncle's house to ask about Fang Zhongyong. My uncle said, "Zhong Yong's talent has completely disappeared and he has become an ordinary person." Mr. Wang said: our intelligence is innate. He is naturally clever, far superior to talented people. He finally became an ordinary person because of his acquired education and failed to meet the requirements. Like him, he was born smart, so smart, and he became an ordinary person without education the day after tomorrow; Now those people who are not smart by nature are ordinary people, and they can become ordinary people without education the day after tomorrow?