nhất duyên, nhì phận, tam phong-thổ
First the match, second the lot, third the land you live on — fortune's ranked ingredients for a marriage.
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First the match, second the lot, third the land you live on — fortune's ranked ingredients for a marriage.
First the figure, second the skin, third the hair — the folk ranking of beauty's assets.
first a well-shaped figure, second smooth and clear skin, third a pretty face
A husband who is two years older than the wife, or a wife one year older than the husband, is desirable.
One call, a hundred answers — a leader whose word the whole body moves on.
At first sight, like an old acquaintance — kinship recognized before introduction.
First the cross-eyed, second the short, third the bucktoothed, fourth the pockmarked — a folk ranking that warns these unassuming-looking people are the sharpest (or most formidable) in the room. Teasing by design and unkind by modern lights; quoted with a wink, not as science.
one boy means one, ten girls mean none
One word, nine bronze cauldrons — a promise with the weight of the ancient dynastic vessels behind it: what is said once is final and binding.
a word once spoken cannot be taken back; a promise must be kept; a promise is a promise
He who teaches you, even for a day, should be regarded as your father for the rest of your life.
in order of priority for successful culture, water, manure/fertilizer, hard work, cultivars
First devils, second ghosts, third schoolboys — the ranking that crowns students the worst of the three.
First the scholar, then the farmer — but when the rice runs out and you're running loose: first the farmer, then the scholar — rank revised by the granary.
First, fish-trapping; second, hosting the gambling — the two quick fortunes, both wet.
a beautiful woman's smile is extremely precious
to kill two birds with one stone
First in all the mortal world — beyond compare, bar none.
First the wife, then heaven — the henpecked cosmology, ranked honestly.
Swallow one moment's anger, spare a hundred days' grief — the exchange rate of forbearance.
when in Rome, do as the Romans do
when in Rome, do as the Romans do
Traditional tone placement spelling of nhập gia tuỳ tục.
Enter the river by its bends, the house by its customs — adapt to each place's own grain.
Eyes shut, chancing it — commitment by deliberate blindness.
overly curious in taking a crack at miscellaneous items, usually with no or little purpose
Light as a feather yet unthrowable; heavy as lead yet it sails — handling, not weight, decides the task.
Pull the weed, pull the root — if you must destroy, destroy to the last fiber or it grows back.
Missing someone, restless and turning — like standing in a bonfire, like sitting on coals — longing rendered in embers.
"Don't forget, okay?" — the sweet Southern reminder-sealer; sticks any promise with two syllables.
Riding the flood to push the driftwood — borrowing one current to move another cargo.
A word weighs a bowl of blood — speech can cost exactly that much; weigh it first.
A word is a packet of gold — speech carries bullion weight; spend it carefully.
Meat hung at the tiger's mouth — property, or persons, parked in the one place sure to consume them.
First, don't start; second, don't stop — begin nothing, or finish everything.
One witness proves nothing, two prove all — testimony's arithmetic in the old courts.
First a beard, then a gourd belly — the physiognomy of prosperity, whiskers before waistline.
One night breeds a hundred schemes — the sleepless heart is a workshop of plots.
Beware the one-tusked elephant and the one-eyed man — folk physiognomy's two flagged dangers.
One craft mastered, one life honored — a single trade polished to shine carries its owner whole.
One sentence can raise a state, one sentence can ruin it — weigh speech like statecraft.
One day unseen, three autumns long — absence stretching every hour into a season.
Skip one day of good intent and every evil sprouts by itself — virtue is daily maintenance.
One day in prison, a thousand autumns outside — captivity's clock runs a millennium per day.
A teacher for one day is a teacher — instruction of an hour earns a lifetime's respect.
Each new law births its own racket — every fresh rule feeds the clerks who work its loopholes.
One spark burns ten thousand cords of wood; one crooked half-sentence burns a lifetime's virtue — fire and speech, same physics.
Every sip and every peck was settled beforehand — down to the least mouthful, the script is prior.
You did it, you answer for it — the deed's invoice is addressed to its maker.
When the weather crossed and the child fell ill, mother could neither stand nor sit — a whole life of ceaseless toil, trading rice-bowls of gold to raise her young.
Eyes like knotweed leaves and willow-leaf brows — worth a hundred strings of coin — the classical inventory of a lovely face.
The sun low, the road ended — old age's dusk, past all racing.
Sun and moon shine, but never under the upturned basin — even genius has its blind hollow.
Rather death than disgrace — the neck outranks the name in no ledger that matters.
Better a tiger on the mountain than a fish in the pot — sovereignty in the wild over comfort in captivity.
However many the years, interest may not pass principal — the old usury cap: one capital, one interest.
His eyes are bigger than his belly.
Full of rice and frisky — comfort breeding mischief.
Feast crammed, famine scraped — bingeing and starving by turns; no steady measure.
Full spoils the appetite, fury spoils the wits — anger is a brief insanity.