nhặt lá đá ống bơ
overly curious in taking a crack at miscellaneous items, usually with no or little purpose
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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.
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.
Fed, a Buddha; starved, a ghost — morality runs on meals.
It's fine, no problem — a joke word-for-word "translation" of "không sao đâu" (không = no, sao = star, đâu = where). Classic Vietnamese-English wordplay.
Full inside, palm-sheath and clay outside — the cowherd's trick of plastering the hungry buffalo; padding over emptiness.
Stuffed with sticky rice, sick of sweet soup — sated to the point of revulsion.
The Bồng peaks and Nhược waters — fairyland; the immortals' postal address.
The high mountain has its climbing path; even peril keeps a way through — no terrain is entirely without a road.
Raising a child to full and whole, the parents' heads scratch bare, bones wear, knees bow — grown now, the child must honor those two.
No parent invoices the rice — feeding one's children admits no bookkeeping.
Only in raising my own children do I understand — and silently love my parents for raising me back then.
Keeping a fox in the hen-coop — sheltering the one who will devour you.
Raise the pig for lard, raise the child for helping hands — the farmhouse arithmetic of dependents.
Keeping a monkey to watch the house — entrusting the wrong creature and paying for it.
to protect or raise someone who could later betray or turn against you; to nourish a viper in one's bosom
A bee in the sleeve, a monkey watching the house — nurtured enemies posted at your softest points.
initialism of nhân vật cung cấp
Texting shortcut for “nữa” — more / also. “j nx” = what else?
Nà ní — Vietnamese respelling of Japanese 'nani': whaaat?!, disbelief in anime intonation.
Forcing the flower and bending the willow — coercing a woman's favors; sexual imposition.
this one here, that one there, something else and that other one
The basket breaks; the bamboo hedge stands — the tool is lost, the source that makes tools remains.
Mashed as fermented bean paste — pulped past recognition.
Lifting the towel and straightening the purse — the old ideal of a wife's attentive service to her husband.
Throwing money out the window — spending with reckless, showy waste.
A silver ingot tears through the paper — money rips the strongest document; bribery beats writ.
Quiet as stored paddy — not one grain of a word.
Say nine, then do ten; say ten and do nine, and the world will laugh — deeds must outrun words.