Author Cao Zhi Fry beans with bean stalks as fuel. Beans wept sadly in the wok. From the same root we both grew. What's the big hurry in the grill? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments