Who is Zhaozhuang, Ludi?

It has been nearly three years since I entered Guizhou University, and I haven't missed silk at night. During the three years of Spring and Autumn, my reputation grew day by day, and my classmates called me "a great man and an expert". Although I have played many games, Jyuugo's meaning is obvious. I'm so scared that I dare not get this reputation at all. Gaiwu Shiyun's "Sixty-four hexagrams, but modest hexagrams are auspicious", although I am stupid, I can't forget it; Besides, I don't know much, and I haven't made any contribution, so I can't bear this false reputation.

I was born in a rural family in Qilu. I have never met a person who has been proficient in cloth for generations. But my grandfather is wise and decisive, knows people, and is famous in the village. But he lives in a troubled country, useless and short-lived. It's really regrettable and embarrassing to die suddenly in a vegetable field at the age of 39. When I was young, I worshipped my grandfather with my father, and I was sad about it. Now think about it. Every time I read night books, my father will always stay with me, asking me to be warm and concerned, fearing that I will suffer. My father told me to lie down in time, which is still in my ear. Every time I think about it, I feel very sad. A little longer, I went to the village to study. Because my family is poor, the children in the village often bully me. I'm fighting with my fists, and my flesh and blood are killing each other. I swear I won't be humiliated. However, I took care of the four walls of my house. I followed my mother to the countryside to buy lamp oil and clung to her skirts, often afraid that I would get lost. At that time, I was afraid of the dark. I sat alone in the hall, the wind blew from its door, the lights were shaky, and my heart was very sad. I walked out of the house, along the old road, and took advantage of the night to see my parents' farming. I arrived at a grave, a deserted country, full of weeds. The night wind blows.

When I was a child, I hoped to find a way out in books, and it went smoothly for several years. At that time, I often regarded Mao Zedong as a kind of self-motivation, hoping that the world would forget me after my death. Later, high school fell into twists and turns and went to study everywhere before returning to the right direction. At first, I was confused and had no ambition all day. I only spend the rest of my life in confusion, but my will is weak and I can't stand the slightest wind and frost. My father is worried that he is on the right path, and he can use it whenever he can, that is, he is willful and refuses to listen to anything he says. Father is sad, crying at the rest, and he is also afraid when it is different. Only by thinking hard can he repay his father's love today.

After entering your school, I will read a lot and exercise my logic. When I graduate, I will show my foolish ambition.

I can't bear to think of my classmates' words. I am almost humble. Zhuge Ke in the Three Kingdoms was clever and killed by Sun Jun, but those who made peace with Li Enbo were still flashy and would eventually be beheaded. Yang Xiu flaunted his knowledge and was beheaded. History books are full of such things, which is very useless.

However, how can stupidity be defeated by people's words? After all, a man must be ambitious, but he should not be arrogant. Moreover, Meng Deyun believes that "you can't be greedy for fame and do real harm." .