One day, the philosopher Zhu led his disciples to go in the markets, the whole busy market, selling voices faction prosperous scene. Out a way, the philosopher asked his disciples: “just to see vendors in which the color face with the joy of it?” A disciple replied: “I am going through that fish, like Stanford, many people buy fish, the owner could not bear, his face Yang Zhao smile always. “disciples, if not yet finished, philosophers have shook his head and said:” Although heart acquisitiveness hi, but can not be sustained. ”
Disciple of the philosopher mobilize people to continue to move forward, preceded by a farmhouse, crowing mulberry trees, dogs called Shenxiang, 3322 shuttle busy people. Philosopher sent away disciples scattered. After a period of time, the philosopher asked his disciples: “just to see the villagers, which it seems more substantial?” A disciple came forward step, replied: “Village has a black-faced villagers, the family Pan raises Poultry oxen and horses, dozens of acres of land on the slope, he who was busy working at home thing, went to the slope Shinong field and never idle, always sweating, the villagers should be substantial. “After thinking for a while a little philosopher, said: “from trivial enrichment, finally, after all, were to be lost in the trivial, nor the most fulfilling.” Walked on a pedestrian in front is a slope, the slope is a cloud-like sheep group. A boulder on a haggard old man sat, his arms holding a whip, is to distance overlooking.
After thinking for a while a little philosopher, said: “from trivial enrichment, finally, after all, were to be lost in the trivial, nor the most fulfilling.” Walked on a pedestrian in front is a slope, the slope is a cloud-like sheep group. A boulder on a haggard old man sat, his arms holding a whip, is to distance overlooking.
Philosopher immediately halt the pace of disciples and said: “The old man heads Cheng Huai Yu is a master of life.” Disciples looked at each other, thought the old man a sheep, may lonely, without food and clothing with, how could The masters of life? The philosopher looked puzzled disciples, broke into Road: “Do you not see his soul in the happy walk it?”
One day, the philosopher Zhu led his disciples to go in the markets, the whole busy market, selling voices faction prosperous scene. Out a way, the philosopher asked his disciples: “just to see vendors in which the color face with the joy of it?” A disciple replied: “I am going through that fish, like Stanford, many people buy fish, the owner could not bear, his face Yang Zhao smile always. “disciples, if not yet finished, philosophers have shook his head and said:” Although heart acquisitiveness hi, but can not be sustained. ”
Disciple of the philosopher mobilize people to continue to move forward, preceded by a farmhouse, crowing mulberry trees, dogs called Shenxiang, 3322 shuttle busy people. Philosopher sent away disciples scattered. After a period of time, the philosopher asked his disciples: “just to see the villagers, which it seems more substantial?” A disciple came forward step, replied: “Village has a black-faced villagers, the family Pan raises Poultry oxen and horses, dozens of acres of land on the slope, he who was busy working at home thing, went to the slope Shinong field and never idle, always sweating, the villagers should be substantial. “After thinking for a while a little philosopher, said: “from trivial enrichment, finally, after all, were to be lost in the trivial, nor the most fulfilling.” Walked on a pedestrian in front is a slope, the slope is a cloud-like sheep group. A boulder on a haggard old man sat, his arms holding a whip, is to distance overlooking.
After thinking for a while a little philosopher, said: “from trivial enrichment, finally, after all, were to be lost in the trivial, nor the most fulfilling.” Walked on a pedestrian in front is a slope, the slope is a cloud-like sheep group. A boulder on a haggard old man sat, his arms holding a whip, is to distance overlooking.
Philosopher immediately halt the pace of disciples and said: “The old man heads Cheng Huai Yu is a master of life.” Disciples looked at each other, thought the old man a sheep, may lonely, without food and clothing with, how could The masters of life? The philosopher looked puzzled disciples, broke into Road: “Do you not see his soul in the happy walk it?”
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