Legend has it that in the Warring States Period of the Song Dynasty, there was a peasant who wrote at sunrise and died at sunset. In a good year, we have just eaten and clothed warmly; in a famine, we are going to starve.
He wanted to improve his life, but he was too lazy, too timid, too lazy and afraid to do anything, and always wanted to encounter unexpected wealth. The miracle finally happened. One day in late autumn, he was plowing in the field, and people were hunting around him.
吆喝之声四处起伏，受惊的小野兽没命的奔跑。突然，有一只兔子，不偏不倚，一头撞死在他田边的树根上。
The voice of the cry rose and fell everywhere, and the frightened little beast ran desperately. Suddenly, a rabbit, impartial, hit his head on the root of a tree near his field.
当天，他美美地饱餐了一顿。从此，他便不再种地。一天到晚，守着那神奇的树根，等着奇迹的出现。
On that day, he had a good meal. From then on, he stopped planting. From day to night, the magic tree roots, waiting for the miracle.
Once upon a time, a farmer, who was working in the field,suddenly saw a hare running past, hitting a large tree and killing itself. He was so pleased to eat its meat easily that he thought,‘'What a wonderful thing to have this all the time!”From then on, he stopped working and waited by the tree for more hares that would crash. He waited and waited one day after another, in vain, only to have a deserted field. Therefore, people laughed at him for taking the accidental for the inevitable.
大猪头.
