Once upon a time, there was a poor scholar who failed many times and still studied hard.

One night, as soon as he fell asleep, he had a dream. In the dream, he was locked in a room with walls on all sides. No matter how much he shouted for help, it was useless.

The scholar went to Beijing to take the exam with great interest. On the day the list was released, he went to see it joyfully, but from beginning to end, his name was not visible. He suddenly felt cold and walked back listlessly. Suddenly he saw an old man setting up a hexagram stall on the street, and he thought, why don't you ask this old man why his dreams are not accurate? When the old man saw that the scholar came to ask something on that day, he naturally knew. After listening to the scholar's account, he shook his head and said, "Ominous, ominous!" The scholar hurriedly asked, "Why is it ominous?" The old man said, "There are walls all around, if you want to think about high school, wouldn't there be no door?"

The scholar did not give up and went home to continue his studies, preparing to take the exam again next year.

As the exam period approached this year, the scholar had another dream, dreaming that he was on his way to catch the exam before dawn. In a hurry, he bumped his head into the low lintel of his house and got a big bag on his forehead. After waking up, he felt very strange, so he went to ask someone to interpret the dream during the day. When Mr. Dream Interpreter heard this, he laughed and said, "Congratulations, congratulations!" The scholar asked, "Where did the joy come from?" The gentleman said, "You run into your head when you go out '," and you will definitely pass the exam this year!"

The scholar went to Beijing to take the exam with great interest. On the day the list was released, he went to see it again happily, but this time his name was not on the list from beginning to end. On the way home, the scholar met the old man who told the hexagram again, and after listening to it, the old man waved his hands again and again: "Not good, not good!" The scholar asked, "Why not?" The old man said, "I'm on the road before dawn — I'm blind, how can I win?"

The scholar went home, but he still did not give up and continued to study poetry and books, waiting for the next year's exam.

It's another cold year, and the exam period is approaching again. As soon as the scholar fell asleep that night, he had another dream: the scholar went to Beijing to take the exam without much entanglement, and his wife steamed some rice cakes as dry food. Who knows, when he bit it, the rice cakes clicked his teeth, but they were still raw. When the scholar woke up, he felt even more strange, and went to ask someone to interpret the dream during the day. The dream interpreter couldn't help but say, "Congratulations, good dream and good dream!" The scholar asked, "How good is it this time?" The gentleman said, "The rice cakes are not steamed, isn't it 'Gaosheng (cake raw) '! This year will definitely be among the best!"

The scholar happily went to the exam again, and then went to look at the list with a smile, but once again he fell short of the sun mountain. He was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he couldn't get excited. Passing by the street, he found that the old man was still there, so he asked the old man for advice. After listening to the old man, he said, "It's not a good dream!" The scholar opened his eyes and asked, "Why is it not good?" The old man said, "The rice cake is not ripe, which means that the time is not yet ripe, and the heat is not enough. Of course you won't win the exam this time!"

When the scholar returned, he still couldn't release the scroll. He seemed that he had lost his reputation and died.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost time for the exam. That night, the scholar studied until the fifth watch, and he did not feel drowsy. In a trance, it rained heavily outside, and the scholar hurriedly put on a straw hat, buckled a bamboo hat, and stood in the main room, only to hear a thunder explosion… The scholar was awakened, and it turned out to be a dream. The dream was too strange, so the scholar asked someone to interpret the dream again. When the dream interpreter heard it, he quickly clapped his hands and laughed, "Congratulations, good dream, good dream!" The scholar asked confusedly, "Why is it a good dream?" The gentleman said, "You wear a hat on your straw hat, which is a crown on top of the crown '! This year, you will definitely be named on the gold list, and the red robe will be added!"

This time, Shu Sheng went to Beijing to rush for the exam, and on the day he published the rankings, he held back his energy to read the rankings. As a result, his eyes almost popped out, but there was still no trace of his own name. Shu Sheng walked down the street like he had lost his soul, and happened to meet the old man who told the hexagram again, so he went up to cry about what had happened this time. After listening to this, the old man couldn't help but sigh and say, "Alas!" Shu Sheng opened his mouth and asked, "Why are you sighing?" The old man said, "You already have two hats on your head that can keep the rain out, but you are still standing in the main room. In that case, even the heavy rain will not fall on your head! How can your name be on the list!"

After the scholar returned home, he sat in a daze all day long, unsure whether he would continue to study for the exam, and whether he would dream or interpret dreams in the future.