His heart is like a can of milk. Even if it is opened, it will only slowly flow out a small stream of milk through a small hole. There will never be any emotions like a storm or a spring in this small can. ——Lao She's "Four Generations Under One Roof"
After a long time, when they met again, he tried to put away his usual smile weapon, with a dull face, nodded and said, "Long time no see."
It's been a long time since I last saw you, and I'm so unfamiliar that I'm too lazy to make excuses.
The three parties in the imperial court are competing against each other, and the heroes in the rivers and lakes are quarreling. When the curtain opens, it heralds a heart-wrenching contest.
Are you strategizing, or are you being plotted against, are you going your own way, or are you retreating from the battle?
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The old monk said, "I have two lots here, poor monk. They are asking for good fortune in illness and fortune in my career. Which one is the donor asking for?"
Zhang Qitun said silently, "Why did I hear that you should have three lots?"
The old monk twirled his beard, pretending to be calm and took out a thin bamboo stick from his sleeve, "This emotion is good or bad..."
Zhang Qitun asked: "How?"
"The offensive is not enough, but the attack is too strong...".