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Dragon in the Rivers and Lakes

Someone asked the scholar, "What's your old surname? " He answered, "Wu Fujun is the mature and wise king of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Yongchang is the most virtuous man in managing things and has a high reputation in the selection of officials. Yan Zhongbi is the crane singing in Jiugao and the white colt in the empty valley. Gu Yanxian is the zither with eight tones and the dragon with five colors. Zhang Weibao is the lush pine in the cold winter and the ethereal light in the dark night. Lu Shiheng and Shilong are the swans that circle and the drums that are waiting for the hammer. All these gentlemen: use the big pen as a hoe and paper as a fertile field. Use mystery as crops and morality as a good harvest. Use conversation as brilliance and loyalty as treasures. Write articles as brocade and contain the Five Classics as silk. Silent sitting is like a seat and Zhang Yirang is like a curtain. Practice benevolence and righteousness as a house and cultivate morality as a large house."

A small peasant girl making incense: The prince delivers it to her door

、、The scholar followed the acting master, facing north, and stood on the south side of the western steps. The chief priest wore a crown, held a bundle of silk, and ascended from the western steps in a row, but did not go up to the hall, and ordered no one to cry. He prayed three times and announced: "So-and-so's son is born, I dare to announce it." He ascended, placed money on the eastern table of the coffin, cried, and descended. All the masters, ministers, officials, and scholars in the room cried but did not dance. After mourning for a while, they returned to their seats. Then they offered sacrifices. The junior minister ascended and held money. On the third day, all the masters, ministers, officials, and scholars returned to their original seats, facing north. The chief minister, the chief clan, and the chief priest all wore crowns. The junior teacher presented the son in mourning clothes; the priest went first, the son followed, and the chief clan members followed. Entering the door, the crying stopped, and the son ascended from the western steps. He faced north in front of the coffin. The priest stood at the southeast corner of the coffin. He prayed three times: "So-and-so's son, following the steward, dare to see you." The son bowed and cried. Zhu, the prime minister, the clan members, all the masters, the ministers, the officials, and the scholars cried and danced three times, and then went down to the east and turned around, all bare-chested, and the son danced, and the people in the room also danced three times. Wearing mourning clothes, holding a stick, and offering sacrifices, the prime minister ordered the priest to announce the name to the five sacrifices, mountains and rivers. Zengzi asked, "If the crown prince is born after the burial, what should be done?" Confucius said, "The prime minister and the clan leader will follow the prime minister to announce the name to the gods. After three months, the name will be announced to the gods, and the name will be announced to the gods, the ancestral temples, the mountains and rivers."

Hilarious time travel: the most unscrupulous couple in history

Crossing the World of Poison

Jianwen saw rice in the field and didn't recognize it, so he asked what kind of grass it was. The answer is rice. Jianwen returned and did not come out for three days, saying: "Would you rather rely on the end than know the root?"

I have a million beasts army

Today's teachers groan about their divination, ask a lot of questions, talk about numbers, and advance without caring about their safety. They make people not sincere, and teach people not to use their talents; their application is perverse, and their pursuit is foolish. That is why they hide their learning and hate their teachers, suffer from the difficulty and do not know the benefit. Even if they finish their studies, they will soon leave. Is this the reason why teaching is not a punishment?

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Yin Hongyuan replied to Sun Xinggong's poem: "Let's play a song." Liu Zhenchang laughed at his clumsy words and asked: "What do you want to play?" Yin said: "(Mu Xi) La is also played, why do we need guns and bells?"