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Wang Ziyou and Zijing were both seriously ill, but Zijing died first. Ziyou asked his attendants, "Why haven't we heard any news? He is already dead!" He showed no sadness at all when he spoke. They asked for a sedan chair and came to the funeral, but did not cry. Zijing had always loved the zither, so he went straight in and sat on the coffin, took out Zijing's zither and played it. When the strings were out of tune, he threw it to the ground and said, "Zijing! Zijing! Both you and the zither are gone." He was in grief for a long time, and died more than a month later.
Yang Chen is a very loyal and steadfast person. When Zhao Wanglun was the prime minister, Chen was the chief secretary of the Grand Tutor, and was appointed to participate in the prime minister's military affairs. When the envoy finally arrived, Chen was deeply afraid of the disaster in Yu, so he had no time to get on his horse, so he rode away. The envoy chased him. Chen was a good archer and shot arrows left and right. The envoy did not dare to move forward and thus escaped.
The so-called self-cultivation is to rectify one's heart. If one is angry, one cannot be rectified; if one is afraid, one cannot be rectified; if one is happy, one cannot be rectified; if one is worried, one cannot be rectified. If one's heart is not there, one will not see, hear, or taste. This is called self-cultivation is to rectify one's heart.
During the funeral of Confucius, his disciples wondered what to wear. Zigong said, "In the past, when the Master mourned Yan Yuan, he did not wear any clothes as if he had mourned his son; and he did the same when he mourned his son Lu. Please mourn the Master as if you had mourned your father and do not wear any clothes."
Whenever a beautiful day came, those who crossed the river would invite each other to Xinting, borrow flowers and have a banquet. Duke Zhou sat down and sighed, "The scenery is the same, but the mountains and rivers are different!" They all looked at each other and shed tears. Only Prime Minister Wang's face changed with sorrow and he said, "We should work together to protect the royal family and recover the divine land. Why should we stand face to face with the prisoners of Chu?"
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