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Emperor Wen once ordered the King of Dong'e to compose a poem within seven steps. If he failed, he would be punished. He immediately composed a poem: "Cook the beans and make soup, strain the beans to make juice. The firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are crying in the pot. We are from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?" The emperor looked deeply ashamed.

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Zeng Zi fell ill in bed. Music director Zichun sat under the bed, Zeng Yuan and Zeng Shen sat at his feet, and a boy sat in the corner holding a candle. The boy said, "It's bright and clear, is it the coffin of the senior official?" Zichun said, "Stop!" Zengzi heard it and said in a daze, "Huh!" He said, "It's bright and clear, is it the coffin of the senior official?" Zengzi said, "Yes, it was given by Jisun, I can't change it. Yuan, get up and change the coffin." Zeng Yuan said, "Master's illness has worsened, it can't be changed. Fortunately, it's still here in the morning, please change it respectfully." Zengzi said, "Your love for me is not as good as his. A gentleman loves people with virtue, while a mean person loves people with tolerance. What do I want? I can die properly, that's all." He lifted him up and changed it. He turned the mat and died before he could settle down.

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