confexionery:
lieutenantriza:
my
favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient
china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole
pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight
winds cannot move me” blahblahblah and he was really proud of it so he
sent it to his friend who lived across the lake and then his friend
sends it back and just writes “FART” (or the ancient Chinese equivalent)
on it and he was SO MAD he travels across the lake to chew his friend
out and when he gets there his friend says “wow. the eight winds cannot
move you, but one fart sends you across the lake”
i googled this bc i desperately wanted this to be real, and guess what…it is.
the dude’s name was su dongpo (also known as su shi). his original poem went like this:
稽首天中天，
毫光照大千，
八風吹不動，
端坐紫金蓮
(Humbly bowed my head below all skies
Minutest lights shine through my deepest bounds
Immovable by strong winds from eight sides
Upon purplish gold lotus I seated straightly by the low mound) (x)
on which his friend wrote “放屁” (fart, literally), and you know the rest.
(here’s a chinese source for the skeptics)