There once a was a man called Lord Ye, who was particularly fond of dragons. Patterns and images of dragons were carved all along the beams, columns, doors and windows of his house. He even had realistic carvings of dragons on his wine vessels and wine glasses.

As time went on, Lord Ye’s infatuation with dragons slowly reached the ears of the real dragon in the heavenly palace, and the real dragon was touched: “I didn’t expect that someone in the human realm would take such a liking to me, I must go down and see him.”

The real dragon set forth for Lord Ye’s home. Its head hung at the window as he peered in, and its tail reached into the hall. When Lord Ye saw it was a real dragon, the blood drained from his face instantly, and he ran clutching his head in fear. The dragon was perplexed and left disappointed. As it turns out, Lord Ye did not actually like dragons. He only liked things that were like dragons, and not the dragon itself.

一直有狐朋狗友对我说 一个女孩喜欢我，前天和昨天我主动出击，结果她逃跑了。这低头不见抬头见的，不知道以后如何相处？