There are many pigeons. There are Kun stars in Jin, cranes in Lu, axillary butterflies and leaping beams in Guizhou. The sharper, the more heterogeneous. There are boots, ideas, white, black stone, lovers' finches, dog eyes and so on. The names are beyond reproach, but only good people can tell them apart.
Zou Ping, the son of Zhang, is a young boy who is eager to learn and apply what he has learned. It is also edified, such as baby care: the cold is treated with pink grass and the hot is treated with salt. Pigeons can't sleep well, sleep too much, and they are paralyzed. Zhang is in Guangling, and ten gold buys pigeons. He is the youngest, good at walking, set on the ground and won't die, so he often needs someone to catch him. Putting pigeons in the group at night can avoid the disease of joint pain, which is called "night tour" to raise pigeons in Qilu. There is nothing like a son; Childe also boasts pigeons.
One night while sitting in the den, suddenly a young man in white knocked at the door. He didn't know anyone. When asked, he replied, "The name of the drifter is He Zudao. I heard that pigeons are the most prosperous, which is also a good thing in my life. I hope to have a look. " Zhang Nai does everything, and all the colors are ready. The young man smiled and said, "What a man said is true. Your son can raise pigeons. The servant still has a head or two. Do you want to see it? " Zhang Xi, from a teenager. The moonlight is dim, the wilderness is depressed, and my heart is suspicious. The boy pointed, "Please go ahead, it's not far from the house." Counting the martial arts again, I saw a courtyard with only two people. Young people shook hands and entered, and there was no light. In the juvenile court, pigeons cried. Suddenly, two pigeons appeared: they looked like pigeons with pure white fur, flying flush with the eaves, singing and beating. Every time they pounce, they will fight. The teenager lingered in his arms and fluttered away. After making different sounds, two pigeons came out: the big one was like an emu, and the small one was punched. On the stage, they learned to dance with cranes. The big one stands with his neck stretched out, and Zhang Yi makes a screen and sings around. If you are the leader; Small ones are flying up and down, and when they gather at the top, their wings are flapping, like swallows falling on the leaves of Pu Ye, and the sound paper is broken. The great man stretched out his neck and dared not move. The more urgent the sound is, the sound becomes like a chime, a two-phase harmony, and a middle mix. The small one flies, and the big one is called upside down. Zhang Jia sighed and looked at the ocean in shame. So I bowed to the boy for courtship, but the boy refused. He insisted on it again, but the young man scolded the pigeon and made a noise. He called two white doves, held them in his hands, and said, "If you don't hate, you can complain." Then play with it, the eyes reflect the amber of the moon and the eyes are transparent. If there is no gap, the black beads in the pepper are round; Spread your wings, the flesh is crystal clear, and the internal organs can be counted. Zhang is very strange, but his meaning is still not enough, so he asks for help. The boy said, "There are still two kinds that have not been presented, so I dare not invite you to see them again."
During the discussion in Fang Jing, the family lit torches to find their master. Looking back at the teenager, he turned and ran away like a pigeon as big as a chicken. At present, Yudou's courtyard is very secluded, with a small grave and two cypress trees. Hugging pigeons with my family, I came back with a sigh. Try to fly, tame differences, as good as ever. Although it is not the best, it is also very few in the world. So I cherish it.
In two years, you will have three boys and three girls. Although I am eager to get it, I can't. A father praised an official as your official. One day, he saw his son and asked, "How many pigeons are there?" Childe is passive. If a person doubts something, it is difficult to give up his love. Read the requirements of the elders again, and don't repeat them. Moreover, I dare not respond with an ordinary pigeon, so I choose two white pigeon cages to give them as a gift of 1000 yuan. He sees someone every day. He is very kind, but he doesn't thank him. Unbearable, he asked, "What about the former bird?" Answer: "It's also fat." Zhang Jing said, "Are you cooked?" Said, "Of course." Zhang was frightened and said, "This is a very special pigeon, as the saying goes." Some recalled it and said, "The taste is different."
Zhang sighed and retreated bitterly. At night, I dreamed that the boy in white came and said, "I think you will like it, so I entrusted it to my children." Why cast pearls behind the scenes and abolish the tripod! I want to lead my children. "Words became pigeons, and their pigeons flew away with them. If you watch it in the morning, the fruit will die. I hated it, so I gave the livestock to my intimate friends and did it in a few days. Yi Shi said: "Everything gathers in a good place, so if Ye Gong is good at dragons, then dragons will really enter the room, while bachelors are good friends and saints are good ministers. "However, the only thing blocked by A is that there are many good people, but few people get together. Seeing ghosts and gods is also angry and greedy, but not angry." I gave Zhu crucian carp to a friend in Sun Gongzi's Jade Year. There was no wise servant at home, so I followed an old servant. When I got to the door, I poured out the water in the fish and waded in. When I got to the main place, the fish was dead. Childe smiled without saying anything and served him wine, which is cooked fish for dinner. After returning, the host asked, "Are you satisfied with your fish?" Answer: "I am very happy." Q: "How do you know?" He said, "When you see a fish, you will laugh happily and give you an order to cook a few tails to show off the villain." The host is terrible and not bad, so he can't cook for his servants. Because of the blame, he said, "You must be stupid and rude, so your son is angry." The servant raised his hand and retorted, "I'm all thumbs, so I think I'm inhuman!" " Be careful when you go to Gongzi Gate. I'm afraid I can't read. I'm afraid I'll ask for it, row it out one by one and come last. Why not thoroughly? "The master scolded him and sent him away.
A monk in Lingyin Temple was named after tea, and they were both good. But a few teas are saved, and the guests always think they are ripe; Its top-class, non-distinguished guests and people who know the taste have services. One day, when a senior official arrived, the monk bowed very respectfully, took out good tea and cooked it himself, hoping to win praise. Your official is silent. Confused, the monk went in with the best cooking skills. The wine is exhausted, no praise. The monk bowed eagerly and said, "Where's the tea?" Your official held up a lamp and said, "It's very hot." These two things can be shared with the pigeons given by Zhang Gongzi.
Translation:
There are many kinds of pigeons, such as Kunxing in Shanxi, He Xiu in Shandong, Axillary Butterfly in Guizhou, Jumping in Henan and Diandian in Wuyue, all of which are excellent pigeons. In addition, there are boots, ideas, big white, black stone, lovers' birds, dog eyes and so on. There are many kinds of names, and only those who play with pigeons can recognize them clearly.
There is a young man in zouping county who likes pigeons very much. According to the famous stories listed in The Dove, he searched everywhere, trying to find all the varieties in the world. He keeps both pigeons and babies. When it is cold, treat pigeons with licorice powder; It's very hot, so give the pigeons some salt. Pigeons sleep well, but if they sleep too much, they will die easily. Zhang Gongzi bought a pigeon in Yangzhou for twelve taels of silver. He is the youngest and likes walking very much. He put it on the ground and circled it. He won't stop until he dies. Therefore, people often need to hold it on weekdays. At night, put it in a flock of pigeons to alarm other pigeons, which can prevent paralysis. This kind of pigeon is called "night tour". An expert in pigeon breeding in Shandong Province is most famous for his family. Zhang Gongzi often boasts about his good pigeons.
One night, Zhang Gongzi was sitting alone in his study when suddenly a boy in white knocked at the door. Zhang Gongzi didn't know each other when he saw it. He asked who he was and replied, "The name of a vagrant. What can I say?" It is said that your son has the most pigeons, which is my favorite in my life, and he is willing to see your pigeons. "Zhang Gongzi shows all the pigeons he keeps. Pigeons of all colors are colorful. The boy smiled and said, "The legend of mankind is true! Childe can really be called a man who includes famous pigeons in the world. I also have one or two heads. Do you want to see it? " Zhang Gongzi was very happy and followed the teenager.
The moonlight is dim, and the wilderness presents a scene of depression. Zhang Gongzi has some doubts and fears. The boy pointed to the front and said, "Please go a little further. My residence is not far ahead." After a few more steps, I saw a Taoist temple with only two rooms. The boy took Zhang Gongzi's hand and went in. The yard is dark and there are no lights. The teenager stood in the middle of the yard, learning the sound of pigeons in his mouth. Suddenly, two pigeons flew out, which were shaped like ordinary pigeons, but their feathers were pure white, flying as high as the eaves, barking and beating, and every time they wrestled, they would definitely turn their tendons. With a wave of his arm, two pigeons flew to Qi Fei. The teenager pursed his mouth again and made a strange noise. Two pigeons flew out, as big as ducks and as small as fists. Two pigeons stood side by side on the steps, dancing like cranes. The big one craned his neck, spread his wings, and looked as proud as a peacock, spinning, screaming and jumping, as if leading the little pigeon; Little pigeons fly up and down, sometimes flying over the heads of big pigeons, flapping their wings like swallows flying on the leaves of Pu Ye, and their voices are finely broken, like ringing bells; Stretched out his neck and dared not move. The more anxious, the more crisp and pleasant it becomes like a stone. The songs of the two pigeons are very harmonious and rhythmic. Then, the little pigeon flew, and the big pigeon swayed up and down to tease it. Zhang Gongzi was amazed and felt that his pigeons were really inferior.
Zhang Gongzi saluted the boy and asked him to give up love. The boy didn't agree, and Zhang Gongzi begged. After letting the two dancing pigeons fly away, the boy learned the voice of calling pigeons before, recruited two white pigeons, reached out and caught them, and said to Zhang Gongzi, "If you don't mind, I'll give it to you." Zhang Gongzi received two white doves and watched them carefully. I saw the white dove's eyes were amber in the moonlight, and their eyes were bright and translucent, as if there were no gaps in the middle. The black eyes in the middle are round like peppers. Lift the wings of the pigeon and see the muscles between the ribs like crystals, and the internal organs can be clearly seen. Zhang Gongzi felt very strange, but he still felt dissatisfied and begged the teenager to give him more. The boy said, "I still have two kinds that I dare not dedicate, so I dare not invite you to see them now." The two were arguing when the family came to the master with a hemp torch. Zhang Gongzi looked back at the teenager and turned into a white dove, as big as a chicken, and flew into the sky. Look at the courtyard and houses in front of us, all of them are gone, leaving only a small grave and two cypress trees. Zhang Gongzi and his family held the white dove and came back with a sigh of horror. When I got home, I tried to let the white dove fly. It was very docile. Just as when I first saw it, it was not an excellent breed among young pigeons, but it was also unique in the world. Zhang Gongzi loves two pigeons. After two years, the white dove gave birth to three little male pigeons and three little female pigeons, and even if relatives and friends came to ask for them, they could not get them.
Zhang Gongzi's father has a friend who is an expensive official. One day, I met my son and asked, "How many pigeons do you have?" Zhang Gongzi carefully answered a few words and left. I suspect that a man likes pigeons and wants to send two pigeons, but I really can't bear to part with them. I want to ask for help from my elders, so I can't embarrass him too much, and I dare not give him ordinary pigeons to cope with errands. I chose two white pigeons and gave them to him in a cage, thinking that they were gifts for my daughter, which were not as precious as these two pigeons.
A few days later, when Zhang Gongzi met a man, he looked proud, but when a man spoke, he didn't say a word of thanks for sending pigeons. Zhang Gongzi couldn't bear it, so he asked, "Do you like the pigeons I sent the day before yesterday?" A man replied, "It's pretty fat, too." Zhang Gongzi was surprised and said, "Did the adults cook the pigeons?" A man replied, "Yes!" Zhang Gongzi was frightened: "This is not an ordinary pigeon, but a good kind of Tatar as usual." A man recalled: "The taste was nothing special." Zhang Gongzi listened and returned home regretfully.
At night, Zhang Gongzi dreamed that the boy in white came to see him and scolded him, saying, "I thought you would cherish pigeons very much, so I entrusted the child to you." How can you throw pearls into the darkness, causing my children and grandchildren to die in pots and pans! Today I will lead my children. "Say that finish becomes a pigeon, and the white pigeons raised by Zhang Gongzi fly away with it.
At dawn, Zhang Gongzi went to see the pigeons in the cage, but they were all gone. I regretted it in my heart, and then gave my pigeons to my friends, and they dispersed in a few days.
Yi Shi said: Everything will gather on people who love them, so Ye Gong likes dragons, and the real dragon enters his house. What's more, bachelors long for friends, while saints long for good ministers? Money is unique. Many people like it and few people get it. It can be seen that ghosts and gods are angry with greedy people, not spoony people.
Once upon a time, a friend gave red crucian carp to his son Sun. There was no clever servant in his family, so he went to find an old servant. The old servant splashed water in front of the Sun family, took out the fish and asked the Sun family for a plate to put on it. When Sun Gongzi was alive, the fish had dried up. The son smiled and said nothing, so he asked the old servant to entertain him with wine and cook the fish for him. After returning, the master asked him, "Are you happy that Sun Gongzi got the fish?" The old servant replied, "I'm very happy." The host asked again, "How do you know?" The old servant said, "when you see the fish, your son is very happy and has a smile on his face." He immediately rewarded me with wine and cooked some to reward me. " The host was surprised. He thought to himself that the things he gave were not bad, so he prepared them for the servants to eat! He scolded the old servant and said, "You must be stupid and rude, so my son turned around and took it out on me." The old servant waved his hand and tried his best to defend himself, saying, "I am ignorant and stupid because you don't treat me like a human being." In front of the childe, I was careful, for fear of using water disrespectfully. I respectfully asked them for a plate and put it away evenly. What's wrong with it? "The master scolded him and fired him.
A monk in Lingyin Temple is famous for his tea. He used a good pot and mortar to fry and pound tea. However, he hides several grades of tea, and he always cooks it himself and gives it as a guest. The best of them, neither distinguished guests nor people who know how to taste tea, have never taken them out once. One day, a noble official came and the monk saluted. He took out good tea and made it himself, hoping for praise. Your official is silent, but the monk is puzzled. He made tea with the best tea leaves and presented it to your official. It was almost over, but your official didn't say a word of praise. The monk bowed to your official in a hurry and said, "How about tea?" Your official took the tea bowl and said, "It's very hot." These two things can be the same as the pigeons given by Zhang Gongzi.