Seven-step poem

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Boil the beans and make soup, strain the beans and make juice;

The firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are weeping in the pot;

We are of the same root, why are we so eager to fight each other?

When cooking beans, the bean pods are burned, and the beans weep in the pot;

We are of the same root, why are we so eager to fight each other?

吾妻思萌

Why is the last sentence repeated twice? Is that the original poem?

lugl4313820

Will we encounter internal competition? The New Year is coming soon. Just be patient. Everything is difficult these days!

lanhua

When cooking beans, the bean pods are burned, and the beans weep in the pot;

We are of the same root, why are we so eager to fight each other?

Competition, mutual assistance, or mutual destruction?

hanson520

Azuma Simeng posted on 2024-1-19 12:10 Why is the last sentence repeated twice? Is the original poem like this?

It is said that there are two versions, and I have extracted both versions I found.

hanson520

lugl4313820 posted on 2024-1-19 15:34 Will we encounter internal circulation? The New Year is coming soon. Be patient. These days, everything is difficult!

You are so smart. In a bad environment, the boss makes empty promises, colleagues step on each other, and the degree of corruption is getting worse and worse.

吾妻思萌

lugl4313820 posted on 2024-1-19 15:34 Will we encounter internal competition? The New Year is coming soon. Be patient. These days, everything is difficult!

You are so smart. In a bad environment, the boss makes empty promises, colleagues step on each other, and the competition is getting worse and worse

What is this, hahaha

hanson520

Azuma Simeng posted on 2024-1-23 14:36 You are so smart. In a bad environment, the boss makes empty promises, colleagues step on each other, and the degree of competition is getting worse and worse[/quote] What is this, hahaha

When I first saw the picture, I couldn't help but smile. Artificial intelligence still has a long way to go.

hanson520

The Story of the Pipa

In the morning, I am a farmer, and in the evening, I ascend to the emperor's palace.

There is no special breed of generals or ministers, men should strive to be strong.

Without the bitter cold, how can the fragrance of plum blossoms be so strong?

No one cared about me for ten years, but I became famous overnight.

I originally turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch.