There was once a man of southern Xia Shou by the name of Juan Shuliang who was both slow-witted and cowardly.
A man in the state of Song felt the shoots in his fields were not growing fast enough. So he pulled them all up, then went home quite exhausted.
“I have done my best for the state,” King Hui of Liang told Mencius. ”When the crops fail west of the river, I move the people east or bring grain from the east to relieve them. If the crops are poor in the east, I do the same. When I look at the rulers…
There was a man who used to steal a chicken from his neighbours every day.
Playing Go is a minor art; yet even so, you must give your whole attention to it to learn it.
Two shepherd boys, Gu and Zang, went out together with their flocks and both of them lost their sheep.
When Zhuang Zi had no money, he went to the Lord Keeper of the River to borrow some grain.
A frog inhabiting a crumbling well boasted to an ocean turtle: “Behold my paradise! I leap upon mossy ledges, bathe in sun-warmed waters, rest in crevices — no creature rivals my joy! Would you not enter my domain?”