A poem without injury

Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poetry" boiled beans into soup and soaked them into juice. Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

Yongmei of Lu You-"I have no intention of striving for spring. Every group of people are jealous, smashed into mud and turned to dust. Only the smell is the same.

People are harmless to tigers, and tigers are hurtful.