Legend has it that there was a porter named Sinbad in Baghdad when King Hruna Ladd was in power. He is poor and lives by carrying goods for others. One day, the weather was sultry, and the burden on his shoulders made him sweat and panting. When he walked past the door of a wealthy businessman step by step, he couldn't walk any further, so he had to put down his burden and sit on the spacious and clean stone steps in front of the door for a while. As soon as Sinbad sat down, he smelled the fragrance in the room and heard melodious strings of silk and bamboo and melodious songs. He listened carefully again and heard wonderful music, including the songs of canaries, nightingales, mountain birds, turtledoves and partridges. Such wonderful music made his heart surge and excited. He couldn't help sneaking to the door and craning his neck to look in curiously. What caught his eye was a very luxurious and magnificent garden with groups of servants and maids, which looked like an emperor's palace. A breeze brought a strong flavor of food, which made him intoxicated and could not help but drool. He looked up at the sky and couldn't help sighing: "Lord! You are the God who created the universe and the Lord who gives people food and clothing. Whoever you are willing to give will have enough food and clothes. My Lord! Please forgive my sins and accept my confession!

You are omnipotent, supreme and incomparable saint. How much I love you and praise you! Whoever wants to be rich will be rich; Whoever you want to be poor will be poor; Whoever you like is noble, he is noble; Humble whoever you want. You are the only master, how great you are! How authoritative! Among your subjects, whoever you like can enjoy this gift to the fullest, just like the owner of this house, wearing silks and satins, eating delicious food and enjoying the prosperity of the world. In a word, you are the god of human destiny, which makes some people run around in poverty all their lives, some people are at ease all their lives, some people often enjoy themselves and are always lucky, and some people, like me, have been working hard and humble. "Then he moaned," How many poor people are there? How to stand on your own feet and rely on others? I, a poor member, am tired, hardworking and suffering in my life, and the burden on my shoulders is getting heavier and heavier. Have I ever been as happy as others? Did you have a good time? The same person, the same figure, but the gap is so huge, hehe, hehe! I hope, fair judge, please judge. Sinbad, the doorman, shouted, picked up the burden and was about to leave when suddenly a young servant came out of the room, handsome in appearance, dignified in posture and beautifully dressed, and said to him, "Our master has something to say to you. Come in with me. " The porter hesitated for a moment, put down his burden and went in with the servant. I saw that the room was resplendent and magnificent, and the room was full of joy, solemnity and harmony. It seems that all the people sitting on the table are dignitaries. The table is full of exotic fruits, mellow wine and delicious food. The fragrance of all kinds of flowers mixed with delicious food is intoxicating. Musicians and artists hold musical instruments and play and sing to their heart's content. Sitting in the chief is a fair-skinned old man, who knows at a glance that he is a well-off person who is pampered.

The doorman Sinbad was stunned by this scene and thought, "Swear to God, this must be heaven, or it must be the emperor's palace." He greeted and blessed them according to the rules, knelt down and kissed the ground, and then stood humbly. The host asked him to sit beside him, talk to him kindly and treat him warmly. Sinbad, full of food and drink, praised Allah again, stood up and washed his hands, and thanked his master respectfully. The host said, "We welcome you and wish you all the best. What's your name? What is it? " "My name is Sinbad, and I am a porter." Hearing this, the host smiled and said, "We just have the same name. My name is Sinbad the navigator. Please recite the poem you recited in front of the door just now. " Sinbad, the doorman, was nervous and ashamed, so he replied piously, "Swear to God, because I was exhausted for a while, so I begged my master to forgive me." "I already take you as my brother, don't be shy, sing. I am very interested in the poem you recited in front of the door. " Sinbad, the porter, had to obey and recited his exclamation poem again. The host was deeply moved and said to him, "Brother, you don't know. I once had a legendary life experience. I will tell you how I got this position today and enjoyed this happy life. " I have sailed seven times, and every time I sailed, the difficulties and obstacles I encountered were thrilling and unimaginable. In a word, everything that happens in my life is destiny takes a hand, and no one can escape fate. "

Legend has it that when the great monarch was in power, King Khalifa was a porter named Sinbad in a city in Baghdad. He was poor and lived by others carrying goods. One day, the weather was hot and tired, and the burden on his shoulders was heavy, sweating and panting. When he was dragged by Yi Chan step by step in front of a rich businessman, he could walk and had no choice but to put down his baggage and sit in front of a spacious and clean stone step for a short rest. As soon as Sinbad sat down, he smelled the fragrant smell in the room and heard the melodious songs of sweet orchestral strings and wind music. He listened to his ear and heard wonderful music, including canaries, nightingales, thrushes, pigeons, partridges and Song. Such wonderful music made He Xinjing shaken and excited. He couldn't help sneaking to the door and craning his neck curiously to look inside. What caught his eye was a very luxurious and impressive garden, resplendent and magnificent, with crowds of people coming to the sight, and the momentum almost became like an emperor's palace. The breeze brought delicious food taste, which also intoxicated him and made him drool. He looked up and stared at the sky, and couldn't help sighing: "Lord! You are the universe created by God, giving food and clothing to dominate, and you can give it to whoever you want to get rich. My Lord! Please forgive my sins and accept my confession!

You are omnipotent and supreme, and no one can compare with a sage. How much I respect and love you and praise you! Whoever you want to be rich will be rich; Whoever you want to be poor will be poor; Whoever you like is noble, he is noble; Whoever you like is humble, he is humble. You are the only master of how great you are! What a right circumference! For your subjects, whoever you like can enjoy the gift, become the owner of the house, wear Longra silk, eat delicious food, and get all the wealth and status handed over by human beings. In short, you are the god of people's destiny, so that some people rush to live a poor life, some people live a leisurely life, some people often enjoy it and are always lucky, and some people like me who come all day are humble. Then he was very sad and sang sadly, "How many poor people are there?" How to gain a foothold in the auspicious world? I, a poor, tired, hard-working and miserable person, have a heavier burden on my shoulders. Have I ever been happy like everyone else? Ever been with unemployment? The same person, the same figure, the gap is so big, hehe! All I'm looking forward to is asking the judge for a verdict. Yin kicked up, shouldered the burden, and was about to leave when suddenly a handsome, dignified and well-dressed young servant came out of the room and said to him, "Our master has something to say to you. Come with me." "The porter hesitated for a moment, put down their burden, and the servant came in. I saw that the house was magnificent and magnificent, and it was full of joy, solemnity and harmony. Sitting on the seat, it seems to be some high-style types, which are full of different fruits, mellow wine, delicious food, all kinds of flowers and smells, mixed with all kinds of delicious food. This is intoxication. Musicians and artists hold musical instruments and are addicted to playing and singing. Sitting in the chief is an old man with a childlike face, who can see at a glance that their good luck is guaranteed.

When Zufu Sinbad saw this scene, he was dumbfounded and thought, "Swear to God, this must be heaven, or it will be the emperor's palace." According to the rules, he greeted them and knelt down to kiss the ground, then stood humbly and bowed. Invite him to sit with his master, in a friendly way, and with his.

"Sinbad the Navigator" (comic graphic) talks about his hospitality. When Sinbad learned this, some praised God, stood up and washed their hands, and thanked their masters respectfully. Master said, "We welcome you and wish you all the best. What's your name? What are you? " "I am Sinbad as a porter." The host smiled and said, "We have two identical names. My name is Sinbad Navigator. Then you have the core of the poem in front of you, please recite it for me again. " Zufu Sinbad felt uneasy and ashamed, so he replied devoutly, "Swear to God, because I said a few words in front of the moustache at the moment, asking my master to forgive me." "I have you as my brother, and I'm not shy. I like singing. I am very interested in the poem you recited earlier. "Fu Sinbad has promised, and he sighed and recited the poem again. After listening to this, Master was deeply moved and said to him, "Brother, you may not know that I had a legendary life experience. Let me tell you how I got where I am today and enjoyed such a happy life. I have made seven sailing trips, and the obstacles and difficulties I encountered in each sailing trip were thrilling and unimaginable. In short, everything that happened in my life is destiny takes a hand, and no one can escape the fate. "