Me: "There's a chinese story of a king who was envious of his brother. He ordered that his brother be brought to him. Then the king said, "I heard you've been boasting about your poetry ability. You must walk seven steps at a normal pace in front of me right now. You need to come up with a poem and recite it on the seventh step. If the poem isn't good, then I'll have you executed."
Aff: "Is that the punishment for boasting?"
Me: "Apparently."
Aff: "Let's hear the poem."
Me:
煮豆燃豆萁 | Boiling beans by burning the beanstalk |
豆在釜中泣 | The bean is crying in the pot |
本是同根生 | We were birthed by the same root |
相煎何太急? | Why the rush to burn each other? |