Is there an end to debates, ? So Gioku
painted his poem 苍蒼的 of the wind

" so-jo-o
went to the palace of Ranti,
And I, So Gioku and Aisa went with him,
and the pine-wind came bearing upon us
into
Then the King looked 向 the wind, oppened his collar,
Said " This at least I can share with the people "
To whom So-gioku,

No sire, this is the great king's
wind,
The people dont share it,
And the King " Nonsense, I can not shut it up in a
sack,
So- gioku tai etsu

" sire we have the tradition
Small holes in the lemon-tree's trunk
are a find place for nesting, and by the same
token,

A cave that hollow, makes winds, "

That is Liu Che, its old nonsense, but our
sophists,

Say that: wind changes according to that which it
blows on,"

And the king

" every cow has its calf,
The wind belongs to the fellow who made it "

Yes your highness, the wind comes up from the earth,
where green water and rushes mingled,
Doubtless it drifts up the valleys,
it roars in the earth's bag,
flames and shakes in the mountains,

strikes through the water-jets,
when it comes through the gauze curtains,
it becomes the wind of the palace,
your wind siren.

An argument's note to convince.