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成语寓言故事英文版 Long, long ago, King Wei of the State of Chu trusted Song Yu very much, but he often heard others say bad things against Song Yu. One day, King Wei of Chu asked Song Yu:　Have you ever done anything unfitting to your position? Otherwise, why do officials and people say bad things against you? Song Yu quickly kowtowed and said:Yes, it may be so. I hope Your Majesty will forgive my wrongdoings and allow me to finish what I have to say. Then he continued:　I hear that there is a singer who often sings in the capital. In the beginning, he always sings the Song of the Rustic Poor, and several thousand people sing with him. When he sings the song Picking Vetches at Yangling, several hundred people sing with him; when he sings the song Spring Snow, only over ten people sing with him. Finally, when he sings an even more refined song, only very few people in the whole state can sing with him. Therefore, the more refined the song he sings, the fewer people can join him. In the past, the grandson of a prime minister was a notorious spendthrift. He squandered all the family property and couldn’t even afford his own meals, so he oftenborrowed rice from others. Once he borrowed another bag of rice.He carried it half- way and couldn’t go any further, so herested by the roadside. At this moment, a poor man in rags happened to pass by. He called this poor man, set the payand let the poor man carry the rice for him. Unexpectedly, after carrying the rice for some distance, the poor man also panted and couldn’twalk any further.The grandson complained: “I am the grandson of a prime minister. It is natural that I can neither lift with my hands norcarry on my shoulder anything heavy. But you are from a poor family. Why are you also so useless?” Unwilling to give in, the poor man glared and retorted: “How can you blame me? I am not from a poor family. I am the grandson of a prime minister,too.” A man named Fu