A civilian named Shentu Dun in Luoyang obtained an unearthed tripod of the Han Dynasty from Shenchuan, Chang’an.
On the tripod, the crisscross designs of clouds and ancient hornless dragons were bright and clear. Lu Sheng, his neighbour on the west, took a fancy to it instantly. He asked a coppersmith to cast a tripod in imitation, soaked and dyed it with a strange decoction, dug a pit and buried it underground.
After three years, he dug it out. Owing to the decoction and corrosion of the earth, thecopper surface of the tripod changed and looked very much like Shentu Dun’s genuine tripod.
One day, Lu Sheng presented this fake tripod to an influential official, who was so pleased as if he had got a treasure that he invited guests to a banquet to appreciate it together.
At the time, Shentu Dun was also present. He knew in his heart that Lu Sheng’s tripod was a fake. He said: “I also have a tripod of about the same shape as this one. But I don’t know which one is genuine.”
The influential official asked him to fetch it at once. After he examined it for a long time, he said: “This one is not genuine.”
The guests also chimed in and said one after another: “It is indeed not genuine.”
Shentu Dun was quite perturbed and argued on just grounds, but the others rallied together to attack him, ridiculed and even insulted him, so he said no more.
When he returned home, he sighed: “I didn’t know until today the power of authority, which can confound right with wrong and pass off the fake as the real thing.”
當時，申屠敦也在座。他心里頭最明白，魯生的那尊是假的，就說：“我也有一尊漢鼎，形狀和這尊差不多，但不知哪一尊是真的?！?br /> 權貴立即叫他搬過來，左右端詳了很久，說：“這尊不是真的!”
回到家里，申屠敦唉聲嘆氣：“我今天才知道權勢的威力，可以顛倒是非，以假亂真?！?br /> 英語寓言小故事篇二
One day a man walking on the road met a celestial, who happened to be an old friend of his.
Seeing that his life was hard, the celestial pointed with his finger at a brick on the roadside, which turned into a gold brick at once. And he gave it to the man.
But the man was not satisfied. The celestial pointed again with his finger at a large stone lion at the gate, which at once turned into a gold lion. And he gave it to him too. But the man still complained it was not enough.
The celestial asked him: “My friend, how much will be enough for you? What should I do to satisfy you?”
The man hummed and hawed and said: “I want your finger.”
Bird in the dunghill 糞堆里的小鳥
A little bird fly to south for the winter. It was very cold, almost frozen bird. Hence, fly to a large space, after a cow there, in a pile of cow dung upon the bird, frozen bird lying on the dunghill, feel very warm, gradually recovered, it is warm and comfortable lying, and soon began to sing songs, a passing wildcat hear voices, see, follow the voice, wildcats quickly found lying on the dunghill, bird, pull it out.
The way of existence: not everyone to lead the dung upon your people are your enemy. Each of you is not from the dunghill lire people are your friends, and, when you lying on the dunghill, had better keep your mouth shut.