Special gifts in history

Gift goose feather

Allusion

A Thousand Miles to Send a Goose Quill

During the reign of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, the country of Huihe in the western region was a vassal state of the Great Tang. Once, in order to show its friendship to the Tang Dynasty, Uighur sent an envoy, Mr. Maeng Bo Gao, to bring a batch of rare and exotic treasures to the King of Tang. In this batch of tribute, the most precious to be a rare rare bird - white swan.

Maine Burgundy is also most worried about the white swan, in case there is a long or short, how to explain to the king? So, along the way, he personally fed water and food, and did not dare to neglect a moment. This day, Maine Burgundy came to the Shinyang Lake, only to see the white swan stretched out his neck, open his mouth, gasping for breath, Maine Burgundy could not bear to see, so he opened the cage and brought the white swan to the edge of the water to let it drink a lot of pain. Who knows that the white swan drank enough water, close the neck and a flap of the wings, "flap la la" sound flew up to the sky! Maine Burgundy high forward, only to pick up a few feathers, but failed to catch the white swan, watched it fly without a trace, a time, Maine Burgundy high holding a few snow-white goose feathers, staring blankly, the brain to and fro *** thinking of a problem: "how to do? Tribute? What to take to see the Tang Taizong? How can I go back? How can I dare to see the King of Huihe!" The attendants said, "The swan has flown away, it is better to think of a remedy." After thinking about it, Maeng Bo Gao decided to continue his journey eastward. He took out a piece of white silk, carefully wrapped the goose feathers, and inscribed a poem on the silk: "The swan pays tribute to the Tang Dynasty, and the mountains are heavy and the road is even farther away. The treasure was lost in Shinyang Lake, and the Uighur's love was hard to leave behind. I am so sorry for the loss of the treasure in Shinyang Lake, and I am so sorry for the loss of Uighur's love."

The swan was sent to the Tang Dynasty, and the swan was sent to Burma.

Maung Bo Gao took the jewels and goose feathers with him, and soon arrived in Chang'an, wearing the stars and moon, without any effort. Tang Taizong received Maung Bo Gao, who offered goose feathers. Tang Taizong read the poem and listened to Maeng Bo Gao's story, and instead of blaming him, he felt that Maeng Bo Gao was loyal and honest, and did not dishonor his mission, so he rewarded him heavily.

From then on, "sending goose feather for thousands of miles, the gift is light and the people are righteous", has become our folk etiquette, the exchange of feelings or a kind of modest words.

Gift goose feather allusion "Thousands of miles to send goose feather" During the reign of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, the Uighur country in the Western Regions was a vassal state of the Great Tang.

Once, in order to show its friendship to the Tang Dynasty, Uighur sent an envoy, Maeng Bo Gao, with a batch of rare and exotic treasures to pay homage to the King of Tang. In this batch of tribute, the most precious to be a rare rare bird - white swan.

Maine Burgundy is also most worried about the white swan, in case there is a long or short, how to explain to the king? So, along the way, he personally fed water and food, and did not dare to neglect a moment. This day, Maine Burgundy came to the Shinyang Lake, only to see the white swan stretched out his neck, open his mouth, straining to gasp, Maine Burgundy heart can not bear to open the cage, the white swan brought to the water to let it drink.

Who knows, the white swan drank enough water, close the neck and a fan of wings, "fluttering lah lah" a fly up to the sky! Maine Burgundy high forward, only to pick up a few feathers, but failed to catch the white swan, watched it fly without a trace, a time, Maine Burgundy high holding a few snow-white goose feathers, staring blankly, the brain to and fro *** thinking of a problem: "how to do? Tribute? What to take to see the Tang Taizong? How can I go back? How can I dare to see the King of Huihe!" The attendants said, "The swan has flown away, it is better to think of a remedy." After thinking about it, Maeng Bo Gao decided to continue traveling east, he took out a piece of white silk, carefully wrapped the goose feathers, and inscribed a poem on the silk: "The swan tribute to the Tang Dynasty, the mountains are heavy and the road is even farther away.

Shin Yang Lake lost treasure, Huihe love is difficult to throw. The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty has been invited to apologize to Maung Bo Gao, who has sent the goose feather for thousands of miles, as the goods are light and the people are righteous!" The jewels and goose feather were brought by Maung Bo Gao to Chang'an soon after, wearing stars and moonlight, without any effort.

Tang Taizong received Maeng Bo Gao, who offered goose feathers. Tang Taizong read the poem and listened to Maeng Bo Gao's story, but did not blame him, but felt that Maeng Bo Gao is loyal and honest, not insulting the mission, so he rewarded him heavily.

From then on, "sending goose feather for thousands of miles, the gift is light," has become a portrait of our folk etiquette, exchange of feelings or a kind of modest words.

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A Precious Gift

When I received my uncle's letter, I drank eighteen bottles of honey - my heart was happy. How could I not be happy? Because it will be my fifteenth birthday soon, and my uncle said in the letter that he would send me a gift.

My uncle, who has always loved me, is now working in the education sector, so what kind of gift will he give me?

Recently, we have a birthday fever here. The other day, a friend celebrated her birthday and invited more than 10 people to her birthday party in our class. She received a lot of gifts at her birthday party, and the most expensive one was a crystal necklace given to her by her classmates, as well as a cousin who is the same age as her. On her birthday, she had a three-table meal at the Nanwan Hotel, where she invited a lot of her classmates, and her father gave her a Shan De Bike worth more than 500 yuan. I've been planning this birthday for a long time, and I'm not going to fall behind in terms of content or form.

What will my uncle give me? A beautiful dress, or a guitar that I had been dreaming of for a long time? I put my hands together in front of my chest and fell into an infinite reverie.

I was looking forward to it! Finally came to the day before his birthday, I took out a large parcel from the communication room, quickly cut the bag and pull the rope, open the wrapping paper - an old rattan box (rattan box, some years ago, people read the box, equivalent to the current schoolbag). When I opened it, there was only a note inside, probably a letter of congratulations! "I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.

One of my classmates came out.

One of my classmates came out, and I hurriedly covered the box, but I couldn't hide my frustration.

I took the box home, and on the way there, I couldn't feel any better.

Usually, the song of the birds has become harsh, adding a few points of irritation, and I do not have the heart to appreciate the beauty of the countryside of the river, flowers, and greenery. "I'm sure my uncle has his own ideas about what to write on the note. I stopped and took off the wrapping paper again. I noticed that the rattan box was white and shabby, with a gaping hole in one corner, but it had been patched up, and it looked like it had been around for a long time. When I opened the note, a line of bold penmanship jumped into my eyes: "Jia: I wish you a happy birthday and send you this box. I bought this box when I was a student, during the Cultural Revolution. Because the dormitory was demolished, it was buried in the mud, I pick and pick, pick it out, one corner of the box was already broken, that night, under the pine oil lamp, I patched it up with my own hands. Later on, it accompanied me around the school. A few years ago, I moved and threw away many things, but it was the only thing I couldn't let go of. Now that you are a middle school student, you should know the meaning of birthdays and develop good habits of thriftiness. Now I give it to you, I hope you can keep it well."

My vision blurred as hot tears dripped onto the congratulatory letter. In my tearful eyes I gazed once more at the white and shabby wisteria box; yes, it was plain and cheap. But from the strands of the vine, I seemed to see my uncle's eyes of expectation. Wisteria box, your extraordinary experience, engraved with my uncle's struggle for knowledge, recorded my uncle's tenacity and hard work of the spirit of perseverance, which is not exactly what I and our generation lack? Ah, the extraordinary wisteria box, a precious gift.

In life, we will receive many gifts, but the most memorable, but I gave myself a gift. I remember once, our class math test, the test is the first semester of the sixth grade unit "cones and cylinders", this is the first time we semester math test, so students are very important, but I do not think, I think as long as I can get a good, does not affect the final evaluation on the line. Started the test, I as fast as possible hastily finished the questions, thinking, too simple, sure to get full marks. The next day, the test paper was sent down, I picked up the paper with confidence, a look, I was stunned! There were three places on the paper where -3 was clearly written, and I only scored 91 points! This was the worst score I had ever gotten on a math test! Although I didn't care much at first, after I got the paper, for some reason, my nose got a little sore and my throat got a little choked up. I settled down and looked at the paper carefully, looking at the wrong questions many, many times. The more I looked, the more anxious I was, the more I wanted to cry, I couldn't help it, so I ran to the toilet and cried. After a while, much better, I squatted on the floor, and remembered my mistakes. I made three mistakes, one calculation error, even multiply 2 by 8 counted as 10; a find the volume of the cone, forget to divide by 3; there is a unit conversion error. Almost all of them were low-level mistakes, and I felt ridiculous. I wiped away my tears and returned to the classroom, still frowning, my good friend Xiaohong saw me unhappy, came over and comforted me: "It's okay, although you did not get the best test, but you also on the 90 ah! You can take this test as a lesson and try for it again in the future . So this is actually a good thing for you!" After listening to Xiaohong's words, I pulled myself together and thought: although I didn't do well in this exam, I got a lesson and it was still very rewarding! From then on, I took this test paper with me every day, and I regarded it as a gift from myself to myself. Whenever I see it, I will be calm and collected, reminding myself that I can not do things carelessly; whenever I fail to see it, I remind myself: it's okay, the next time will be successful; whenever I succeed to see it, I remind myself: people are not always successful, must not be proud of it ...... A thin piece of paper, but also seems so heavy, and the meaning is far-reaching. It has a long meaning that will benefit me for the rest of my life. This "gift" is not much more valuable than other gifts.

One of the most precious gift in life is the gift of my parents' life.

When I was in elementary school, one day Xia Xiaoying, who was at the same table, pulled out a newest stationery box from her bag during class, double-layered, with a beautiful pattern of flower fairies printed on the sky-blue lid, and the magnets on the switch of the box made a crisp sound when it was opened and closed. This Xia Xiaoying's father gave her birthday gift throughout the elementary school period countless times to attract my attention, let me to their own birthday extraordinarily looking forward to, and then I know, every year the Chongyang Festival day, only the yellow rice steamed by my mother, and my father gave me two boiled red eggs that they did not forget that day is my birthday, as for Xia Xiaoying to describe to us in colorful birthday pageant like the scene and the exquisite gifts, is not going to appear in my life, and I will not be able to see it.

As for the scenes and beautiful gifts that Xia Xiaoying described so colorfully to us, they would not appear in the life of my poor father and simple mother who were teachers. Recognizing this fact, I lost my enthusiasm for birthdays throughout my childhood, and became frustrated and chagrined for a few days before and after my birthdays, and I even wagered and refused to eat the red eggs that my father had boiled.

So many years later, another Chongyang Festival, can no longer eat dad boiled red eggs, can no longer hear dad's cheerful laughter, the old days of the wind and fire in and out of the home to handle the size of the matter of the mother is also gradually see old, time in the relentless years of the river speeding forward, through the life of the several autumns, to truly understand that a healthy body, a normal heart, a pair of eyes to distinguish right and wrong is the most expensive gift of parents to themselves. The most expensive gift that parents give themselves is a healthy body, a normal heart, and a pair of eyes to distinguish right from wrong.

The best fairy tale of her and her neighbor's sister, Fang, is that the beautiful Snow White suffered a lot, and finally the prince rode in on a white horse and killed the bad guy, and then the princess raised her eyebrows. Of course, in the story, it is not the queen's stepmother who does all the bad things, but the sister who likes to bully her sister.

We grew up in the story, and our relationship was refined and inseparable through countless bickering and arguing. When one day my sister really brought her prince home, I actually have a little bit of sadness in my heart, as if with the body of the closest part of the separation, but the first time I listened to that corner of the mouth is still with the fluffy young boy shyly called me "big sister", to see the two big kids in love happy happy look, that little bit of sadness has long disappeared. The sadness has long since disappeared.

I remember that year's Chongyang Festival, two people on the street to help my sister to buy a birthday gift, all the way home with a smile, a beautiful brooch into my hands. However, three or two years, the brooch color is not in, buy brooches of a pair of people are also divided into things, princes and princesses have their own castles, the adult world has no fairy tale.

Look at this sex stubborn temper bad and sensitive and fragile sister in a variety of pressures to live hard, but also do not forget to gloat hit me: "Sister, congratulations to you from menopause and one step further", remembered that year the prince beside her smiling like a flower, I just hope, really can be as wish, may sister smile still. Memories of Gifts No. 3 I'm glad I had two good friends in my life, who once sat together under a peach tree and listened to the birds chirping and the wind blowing at the top of the forest Mom once said to Xiaofan's mom and Ping'er's mom, "I don't know how many daughters I've raised, but there are always three shadows in front of my eyes as they come in and go out," she said. This query was of course echoed by the other two moms.

My friendship with Xiaofan can be traced back to when we were babies, because our families are close friends and we live together, and she has been a part of my life since I was a child. Ping'er moved here when we were in the fifth grade, and when she first came, she suffered from our torment, Xiaofan and I came up with all sorts of pranks to bully her, and finally surrendered to her sweet smile, and from then on, the threesome became the strongest triangle of all.

Xiaofan and I have a birthday difference of only ten hours, and the same temperament, every time we quarrel is always by the two-year-old Ping'er to resolve the situation. Every year on my birthday I always chose a gift early and asked them to buy it for me, and I remember that year I was feverishly caught up in the "Harry.

Potter" magic world, "Harry.

Potter> witnessed the three girls' warm friendship. From being inseparable to having their own work life, more than ten years have passed in a flash, and those bits and pieces of the past remain in the memory, recording the pure and simple friendship, which has become the most beautiful part of each other's lives.

Year after year, the fall came early, and now again meet the sun. I wish you three wishes, loved ones and friends, happiness and well-being.

The sunlight dances on the branches of the trees in the fall, and I wish you all a happy Chrysanthemum Festival, dear friends. read/index. ` The Gift of Life We walk, breathe, labor and think on the ground with our homeland - the title Trickling streams, gathered to the deepest greetings from the mountains.

At this time, listening is the most beautiful enjoyment. Walking along the road of life, mailing out an indefinite greeting, no need to wait, quietly collecting every gift from the life.

The body is the most precious gift given to us by our parents.

These are the most precious gifts that our parents have given us.

Without life, we are just a repeat of the air, because the wind is gathered, with the wind scattered; without life, we are just a drop of dew, can not predict a can condense the leaves; without life, everything can not begin to talk about. Without life, there is no way to talk about anything. Trials and tribulations are the most valuable gift that life gives us.

刻骨的 birth is destined to be the beginning of our tribulation.

I don't believe that the birth is destined to be the beginning of tribulation.

The trials and tribulations are the most important touchstone in the fairy tale and the most amazing thing in the painter's writing. Can not imagine, if there is no tribulation, smooth sailing boat will be how shallow? Without trials and tribulations, what else could inspire the indomitable will of mankind? Thinking is nature's richest gift to us.

Scientists say that people are a huge number of molecules, then thinking is an all-encompassing, omnipotent giant. Under the sculpture of thinking, there is decay, there is magic, and there is also the power to turn decay into divine energy.

Thinking is the most complete integration of our molecular stack. In contemplation, trials and tribulations are crystallized.

In thinking, life is sublimated.

The mountains are silent, the streams answer.

Loneliness.