Chen Yaozi was good at archery. At that time, no one in the world could compare with him, and he boasted about it. Once, he once shot an arrow in his garden, and an old oil seller put down the burden he was carrying and stood aside, glancing at him carelessly and not leaving for a long time. Isn't my archery skill also superb? " The old man said, "There is no other mystery, but practice makes perfect." Chen Yaozi said angrily, "How dare you despise my archery skills!" The old man said, "I can understand this truth with my experience in pouring oil." So the old man took a gourd and put it on the ground, covered its mouth with copper coins, and slowly poured the oil into the gourd with a spoon. The oil was injected from the hole of the copper coins, but the copper coins were not wet. The old man said, "There is no other mystery about my craft, but practice makes perfect." Chen Yaozi saw this. At that time, no one could match him. The voice-over was a clear morning in Wan Li in the Northern Song Dynasty. Chen Yaozi once shot an arrow in his garden. He took an arrow, aimed it at the bull's-eye with his right eye, looked at it again and again, and then released it. When he was practicing his arrow, he passed by an oil salesman. He was idle, put down his burden, and straightened up. After that, his hands rested on his hips and his eyes squinted at Chen Yaozi, and he didn't care. Only nodded slightly and smiled. Chen Yaozi was very angry when he saw him like this, and thought, "How dare you underestimate my shooting skills?" In an instant, his face flushed bright red, he threw his bow and angrily walked to the oil man. Chen Yaozi: "Other people, who are famous, dare to underestimate my shooting skills, will you be busy with archery? My shooting skill is not exquisite enough, why do you underestimate it! " "It's nothing serious, just familiar with my hands." The oil seller replied calmly. Chen Yaozi glared and said angrily, "Do you dare to underestimate my shooting skills?" This sentence resounded through the sky, and even a gust of wind blew around them. "I know by my inspection of pouring oil." His answer was still calm. So he put a gourd on the ground, covered the mouth of the gourd with money, and then he poured a little oil. I saw that the oil was as thin as a line and fell into the gourd without bias through the copper plate. After pouring it, I checked that it was not wet at all. The oil seller said, "I'm fine, too." Curtain falls: the oil seller picks up the burden, ha-ha-ha-and disappears at the end of the sea. 2. An oil seller adapted a short story in classical Chinese
Chen Yaozi was good at archery. At that time, no one in the world could compare with him, and he boasted about it. Once, he used to shoot an arrow in his garden. An old man selling oil put down the burden he was carrying and stood aside, glancing at him carelessly and never leaving for a long time. When he saw that Chen Yaozi could shoot eight or nine arrows out of ten, he was only slightly. Isn't my archery skill also superb? " The old man said, "There is no other mystery, but practice makes perfect." Chen Yaozi said angrily, "How dare you despise my archery skills!" The old man said, "I can understand this truth with my experience in pouring oil." So the old man took a gourd and put it on the ground, covered its mouth with copper coins, and slowly poured the oil into the gourd with a spoon. The oil was injected from the hole of the copper coins, but the copper coins were not wet. The old man said, "There is no other mystery about my craft, but practice makes perfect." Chen Yaozi saw this. At that time, no one could match him. The voice-over was a clear morning in Wan Li in the Northern Song Dynasty. Chen Yaozi once shot an arrow in his garden. He took an arrow, aimed it at the bull's-eye with his right eye, looked at it again and again, and then released it. When he was practicing his arrow, he passed by an oil salesman. He was idle, put down his burden, and straightened up. After that, his hands rested on his hips and his eyes squinted at Chen Yaozi, and he didn't care. Only nodded slightly and smiled. Chen Yaozi was very angry when he saw him like this, and thought, "How dare you underestimate my shooting skills?" In an instant, his face flushed bright red, he threw his bow and angrily walked to the oil man. Chen Yaozi: "Other people, who are famous, dare to underestimate my shooting skills, will you be busy with archery? My shooting skill is not exquisite enough, why do you underestimate it! " "It's nothing serious, just familiar with my hands." The oil seller replied calmly. Chen Yaozi glared and said angrily, "Do you dare to underestimate my shooting skills?" This sentence resounded through the sky, and even a gust of wind blew around them. "I know by my inspection of pouring oil." His answer was still calm. So he put a gourd on the ground, covered the mouth of the gourd with money, and then he poured a little oil. I saw that the oil was as thin as a line and fell into the gourd without bias through the copper plate. After pouring it, I checked that it was not wet at all. The oil seller said, "I'm fine, too." 3. The oil seller in classical Chinese expanded 5 words (and wrote the truth)
In the Northern Song Dynasty, Chen Yaozi was good at archery, and he could not find the second one in this era. Since then, he has been arrogant and proud.
One day, Chen Yaozi practiced archery in his own garden. Soon, an old man selling oil came and saw him put down his burden, and then stood still, squinting. I didn't leave for a long time. When I saw that Chen Yaozi shot an arrow nine times out of ten, he just nodded a little.
Chen Yaozi saw it and asked him, "Do you know the skill of shooting an arrow, too? Am I not good at archery? "
The old man replied, "There is nothing mysterious about this archery, except that you have done a little more than others, touched it a little more, and become familiar with your hands.
As soon as the old man's voice fell, Chen Yaozi turned blue and said angrily," How dare you underestimate my archery skills? Are you still more accurate than me? Is it better? "
The old man calmly said to Chen Yaozi, "I know this truth from my experience of pouring oil. Archery is just a matter of familiarity." The old man said, and took out an oil-filled gourd and put it on the ground. He took out a copper coin from his pocket and covered it on the mouth of the gourd. I saw that there were many small square holes in the copper coin. The old man scooped up a spoonful of oil and slowly injected it into the gourd through the small holes in the copper coin. Who knows? This copper coin didn't get any oil. Chen Yaozi couldn't figure out what the reason was, and he was puzzled.
So, the oil seller said, "I don't have too many mysteries here, but I'm just familiar with my hands." Chen Yaozi understood what the old man said and let him go with a smile.
This story shows that practice makes perfect. 4. Write an essay in classical Chinese imitating the oil peddler
After the oil peddler's "selling the oil peddler", the sharpshooter dared to admire it.
one day, the archer saw that there were few good shooters on the road, so he sold himself there? . The archer regards it as "selling oil and thinking about its affairs", so it is appropriate to correct this young man's pity, otherwise it will be shameful! So, at least on the one hand, it took years to learn.
that young man looked up and down at it and thought it was nothing, so it was very bad. The archer's face was silent, and his heart was unhappy. He wanted to: What do you think is what you say? "I'm not good at shooting?" The boy asked.
The archer gave a "promise" and said that he would borrow it with an arrow. "Do you know how to shoot?" . "
the young man looked at it in bewilderment, with some thorns in the middle. "mine!" . "
the archer shot an arrow several meters away. "Not counting!" . "
when I was young, I didn't quite believe it, but I was ashamed of it. The archer is always on target.
although the teenager is very unwilling, he is still crouching, and he still doesn't forget the shot asked by the archer. "Nothing, but my hands are familiar!" . "
The archer said," It's not a child's skill, but it's too arrogant! " . "After the end, the archer's heart was especially cool, and he also thanked him for selling oil Weng. 5. Rewrite the oil man, but the details are not bad, but the story should be changed.
Oil man: I have been around for decades ... Ladies and gentlemen, I am an oil man, but I don't sell old gentlemen.
My job is to sell oil. Because I basically didn't pour the oil correctly, my sleeve collar was yellow. Yes, I am the legendary "golden collar"! Envy it. Passerby A: After watching it for a long time, I didn't even turn a somersault ... I left, and I didn't even have a talent after watching beggar B: 9494 ... Now there is really no good actor ... Oil seller Weng: ... At this time, the oil seller Weng found a crowd surrounded in the distance, and the people were screaming and jumping, so he was very excited. The oil seller Weng wondered if it was Sister Furong.
So I got together and sent a short message to the oil seller: I'm stuck in love and won't go home for lunch. The oil seller pushed aside the crowd and rushed in. The scene he saw was spectacular.
On the trees, on the street advertisements, on the left * * * of passers-by, and on the small blackboard of the street office, all the arrows were inserted except the arrow target. At first glance, the oil seller thought it was a terrorist attack, but in the end, ginger was still old and spicy, sweet potatoes were still old and delicious, and women were still young and beautiful. The oil seller just held his horses and saw a man practicing archery.
Oil peddler: Scared … I've been around for decades, and I've seen a lot of bad eyes, but like this chest platform, no, brother platform, it combines all kinds of vision diseases such as myopia, farsightedness, clear light, astigmatism and presbyopia, and he's the only wizard. I admire him like a surging river ... Beggar B; Get out of here, uncle, or I'll shoot you! Oil man: Are you kidding? How could he have shot me with his back to me? Well, what was that flying thing … I flashed … Because "I flashed" is a high-tech job, the oil seller just flashed his waist, but he didn't flash and was shot by an arrow.
Beggar B: You know it's wrong ... I'll tell you what. That brother's name is Chen Yaozi. He used to be a marksman, and he can pierce Yang with a hundred paces. Later, I fell in love with CS and became a sniper in this street. However, after a long time, because of the long-term computer radiation and inadaptability to 3D games, I developed vision diseases such as myopia, hyperopia, clear light, astigmatism and presbyopia, and became disoriented.
Now the arrows he shoots usually fly to the back. You were shot because you were not in the right position just now. Oil peddler: I'm enlightened when you say that. Seeing that you are so eloquent, the author added all the commas for you. Surely you are a prominent person in this street, right? Beggar B: Yes, I am the legendary king of CS who was shot in the head.
Beggar B pointed to the thirteen arrows inserted in his finger. Oil man: I'm disrespectful ... Beggar B: I think you also have great potential! As he spoke, he pointed to the arrow that had just been inserted in the oil seller's head.
Oil peddler: Mistake ... At this moment, Chen Yaozi came over: You oil peddler, my generation of archers performed live, but you didn't concentrate on watching, dancing the glow sticks, making fans scream, and chatting with others. I shoot you an arrow on behalf of my fans! Say that finish, Chen Yaozi behind 1 steps to dump a person.
Beggar B: Chen Jianshen, I'm Beggar B, not an oil man … He's over there … Chen Yaozi: I know, you don't need to say more. (turning around) It's that you don't like my performance. I'll shoot you an arrow on behalf of the fans.
say that finish Chen Yaozi behind 2 steps to dump a person. Passerby A: Don't talk to me, I'm not an oil man ... Chen Yaozi sweated and wore 8CM thick glasses. It really pays off, and Chen Yaozi finally found an oil man.
Chen Yaozi: On behalf of the fans ... I haven't finished yet, and all the people within 3 steps behind Chen Yaozi have run away. Chen Yaozi: Do you know how to shoot? Am I good at shooting? Passerby B: What are you saying to me? Oil seller: No one else, but he is familiar with his hands.
Chen Yaozi: Don't you know that the only classical Chinese I know is "Do you know how to shoot? I'm not good at shooting, are I? " Say it again in the vernacular. Youweng: Nowadays, young people can't learn any English or classical Chinese ... Chen Yaozi: I know it's wrong ... Youweng: In fact, I can only know the sentence "Nothing else, but my hands are good". Actually, I didn't understand what you said ... Chen Yaozi: Come on, let's get to the point. I shoot my arrow and you sell your oil. It's God's arrangement, the biggest. But why did you come to make trouble and scare my fans away? Oil man: I scared away? Ok, ok, I scared away … then I might as well kick the pavilion.
I saw the oil seller make a trot, took out a small gourd and put it on the ground, saying, I put a copper coin on the mouth of the gourd and put the oil through the hole. If there is a drop of oil on the copper coin, I will change my name to buy oil Weng! Chen Yaozi: Yes, my fans and I want to get off! Oil man: I'd like to perform, but I can't. Chen Yaozi; Why? God (God: What is it? ), are you nearsighted like me? Don't you want me, an open-minded and good shooter, to understand the truth that what is cooked gives birth to what is cooked? I'm dead, Houyi, I'm coming to meet you, come to meet, come to meet, come to meet ... Oil seller: I really can't ... Chen Yaozi: Houyi, let's meet, come to meet ... Oil seller: I have my reasons ... Chen Yaozi: Come to meet ... Oil seller: Don't make me depend on you. I don't have any copper money on me. I'll perform a wool! Chen Yaozi: I didn't tell you earlier, which made me so involved in acting ... I have money ... Oil salesman: Were you scared by silver chaos when you were a child? Give me a one-dollar RMB ... Where's the hole? ! ! ! Chen Yaozi: This is really unexpected ... I'm actually an avant-garde person ... Passerby A: I have copper coins! ! (Haha, I finally came out again. If I want to use Dabao, my skin will be good sooner or later.) Beggar B: The author stepped on my head ... The oil seller took over the copper coin and was ready to start the performance ... After several incense sticks, the oil seller was still there.
During the period, some martial arts lovers went up to point his acupoints fiercely, trying to untie his acupoints and watch the performance. Youweng: Mao ... is sick ... ah ... I ... don't ... just want to ... come ... slow down ... mirror ... head ... pose ... p ... p ... o ... se ... you ...
Before the oil seller was lit, his hand had a very small inclination angle. Finally, the deep-fried dough sticks, no, the oil (why do you describe it this way is still strange?) just like a straight line, passed through the money hole and poured into the gourd ... Chen Yao. 6. Rewriting the composition of the oil seller
Chen Yaozi was good at archery, and no one could match him at that time.
he also boasted about it. It was a clear morning in Wan Li in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Chen Yaozi used to shoot arrows in his garden. I saw that he took an arrow, aimed it at the bull's-eye with his right eye, looked at it again and again before releasing it.
while he is practicing the arrow,