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Yuan Hu was poor when he was young and once worked as a servant carrying rent for others. Xie Zhenxi was traveling by boat. That night the wind was clear and the moon was bright. He heard the sound of passengers reciting poems on a boat on the river bank, which was quite sentimental. The five-character verse he recited was something he had never heard before, and he could not stop admiring it. He immediately sent someone to interrogate him in detail, and it turned out that it was Yuan himself who was reciting the historical poem he had written. Therefore, they wanted each other and were greatly appreciated.
After Huan Xuan was defeated, Yin Zhongwen continued to serve as an advisor to the Grand Marshal, and his attitude seemed to be different from before. In front of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, there is an old locust tree, which is very lush. On the first day of the month, Yin was listening with the crowd. He looked at the locust tree for a long time and sighed, "The locust tree is swaying, but there is no life left!"
All the Ruan brothers were good at drinking. When Zhongrong and his clan members gathered together for a while, they no longer used ordinary cups to drink, but used large jars to hold wine, and they sat around and drank together. Sometimes a group of pigs came to drink, and they would go straight up and drink together.
Then the bald people do not strip, the hunchbacks do not bare, and the lame people do not jump, not because they are not sad; if the body is sick, it is not suitable for the ritual. Therefore, it is said: the funeral ceremony is mainly about mourning. Women cry and mourn, beat their chests and feel sad; men cry and mourn, bow their heads and touch the ground, which is the extreme of sorrow.
The king's right army is in the south, the prime minister and the book, every sighing son and nephew do not order the cloud: "Tiger (dog tun), tiger calf, return it as it is."
The Master said: "If the future generations will talk about it, I will not do it. The gentleman follows the way and walks, but gives up halfway, I can't stop. The gentleman follows the middle way, retreats from the world and does not regret it, only the saints can do it. "
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