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Huannan County and Dao Yao talked about Lao Tzu, and Wang Shizhong was sitting in the master's book.
Prime Minister Wang was frugal, and there were delicious fruits under his tent, which were always abundant. When the spring came, the army was rotten and the governor reported it to the emperor, who ordered them to leave. He said, "Be careful not to let Dalang know."
Yang Bing served as a military officer of Fujun Army. He died young and had a good reputation. Xiahou Xiaoruo wrote a narration for it, praising and mourning it highly. Yang Quan was the Yellow Gate Minister, and sat beside Jianwen. The emperor asked, "Xiahou Zhan was an outstanding figure in the creation of Yang Bingxu. Who are you? Do you have any descendants?" Quan replied with tears in his eyes, "My late uncle Lingwen was famous at an early age, but he had no heir. Although his name spread throughout the world, his descendants will never be born in this holy world." The emperor sighed for a long time.
When Wang Fusi was still young, he went to see Pei Hui. Pei Hui asked him, "Nothingness is the source of all things, but sages are unwilling to talk about it. But Laozi keeps talking about it. Why is that?" Bi said, "Sages embody nothingness, and nothingness cannot be taught. So when they talk about something, they must also talk about something. Laozi and Zhuangzi were not immune to something, and they always taught about what was lacking."
Only the most sincere man in the world can manage the great principles of the world, establish the great foundation of the world, and understand the transformation and nurturing of heaven and earth. What can he rely on? His sincere benevolence! His profound abyss! His vast heaven! If he is not a wise and holy person who understands the virtue of heaven, who can know it?
When Huan Xuanwu died, Huan Nanjun was five years old and the mourning period had just ended. Huan's chariot and cavalry went to see off his former civil and military officials. He pointed to Nanjun and said, "These are all your family's former officials." Xuan responded by weeping loudly, and those around him were moved. The charioteer always looked at his own seat and said, "When Lingbao has grown up, this seat should be returned to him." He loved Ju more than his own son.
As for the identification, there has not been such a person since the Han and Yuan Dynasties. ”
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