Hire incompetent people instead of competent people.

Ling Huang was destroyed, and the tile sounded like thunder-Ling Huang was smashed and thrown aside, and the clay pot was knocked loudly. It is a metaphor that talented people are abandoned and mediocre people without talent are in high positions.

Bad fate.

Use more and use less-use less and use less talents.

Great and small.

Wood is rarely used in summer.

There is no way to serve the country .....

Here are some ancient poems that are inappropriate and not reused:

1. Youzhou Tower: Tang Author: Before my time, where did it go? Chen Ziang, where is the next generation behind me? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

2. Age of book indignation: Song Author: Lu You knew when he was young that the world was unbearable, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north. It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind. Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.

3. Jiasheng years: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Xuan Shi sage visited courtiers, Jiasheng is incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.

4. Su Fu years: Tang Author: Du Fu autumn night cold in this courtyard Laka tree, I lay alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me. My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go. However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.

5. Climbing Yueyang Tower Year: Tang Author: Du Fu heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and finally climbed this building today. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.