bây giờ là chín giờ rưỡi
It’s half past nine.
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It’s half past nine.
It’s quarter to ten.
It’s 10 a.m.
Now the plum asks the peach: is there a path into the rose garden yet? The peach replies: a path there is, but none has entered — courtship's most elegant negotiation.
a raft (flat, floating structure)
Each poles their own raft — everyone fends for themselves; no one will paddle for you.
An ironwood raft with only a walking-stick for a pole — a heavy task far beyond one's slender means.
Duckweed scattered, clouds dispersed — attachments blown apart by the weather of fortune.
Kinship terms follow family rank, not age — even a tiny child is addressed by their place in the family hierarchy.
little body, great mind
Small, and climbing high — presumption above one's size.
To tear a small thing large — to blow a trifle up into a crisis.
Plump — 'too rich'; thin — 'too fishy' — the fault-finder's menu has no acceptable dish.
remote place; faraway
Comparing face-powder with lime — setting the refined beside the crude; an absurdly unequal comparison.
Steady as a stoneware vat — completely unruffled while everyone around is panicking.
old vase, new liquor
The screen may shatter; the frame survives — good breeding outlasts its own disgrace.
Sifting ash and winnowing chaff — scraping the leavings for every last grain.
Divine at a person and you'll find a ghost — go looking for fault and fault appears.
Divining conjures a ghost — look for trouble by augury and augury supplies it.
being a medium and getting "possessed" at some point is as predictable as sweeping your home and getting trash
A cheap fortune-telling beats sitting idle — small earnings outrank none.
Something as untraceable as a bird's shadow or a fish's ripple — a person or news that has vanished without a trace.
The sun sinking behind the mulberry branch — old age drawing on; the closing years of a life.
to tarnish; to besmirch
The snake in the wine cup — a shadow mistaken for poison; illness by imagination.
Worth the rosy cheeks' while — effort repaid; the beauty's pains not wasted.
it is always darkest before the dawn
Cinch the purse-string tight — thrift at the drawstring.
You can cover a jar's mouth or a crock's — nobody covers the world's — the one vessel without a lid.
Covering the ears, playing deaf — refusal upgraded to disability.
Eating anywhere, talking anyhow — grazing and blurting with no manners at all.
White-haired and still foolish — age without its promised wisdom.
A woman whose hair turns white before its time — from the Chinese tale of the White-Haired Girl, an image of deep suffering.
From a white hut rise ministers — greatness starts in unpainted houses.
How old are you?
Do you have any children?
Clam and snipe locked fast, the fisherman profits — the full-length telling of the two rivals and the third who wins.
How are you?
What do you do for work?
What do you do for a living?
Where do you work?
Sorry? What did you say?
Where do you live?
Do you work or study?
Are you married or single?
Where are you from?
When the clam and the snipe grapple, the fisherman profits — two rivals locked in struggle only hand the prize to a third.
Wrestling tigers barehanded and wading great rivers — courage with the planning left out.
Bold-mouthed — daring to say straight out what others swallow.
Quick to flare, quick to fade — fortunes that bloom overnight wither by morning.
Gold rolls and stone steles — achievement carved into the permanent record.
Hauling firewood to fight the fire — a remedy that feeds the disease.
Not lame at seventy? Don't boast of soundness yet — infirmity keeps its own calendar.
Seventy still learns from seventy-one — there is no age past apprenticeship.
to buzz someone in
Not your affair? Don't put your head in — uninvolved is a position worth keeping.
Scruples be damned — pursuing the goal by any device whatever.
Out of touch with human feeling — conduct by private code, deaf to how people are.