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When hearing about the death, one cannot go to the funeral, so he cries to the utmost; when asked why, he cries to the utmost again. Then he takes his seat, ties his hair and exposes his clothes, dances, and wears a sash and a belt to take his seat, bows to the guest and returns to his seat, dances. When the guest leaves, the host bows and sees him off outside the door, and returns to his seat; if there are guests who arrive later, he bows to them and dances, and sees them off as before. When he cries again, he ties his hair and exposes his clothes, dances. When he cries for the third time, he ties his hair and exposes his clothes again and dances. After three days, he is in mourning. After the fifth time, he bows to the guest and sees him off as before. If he returns after the funeral, When the host goes to the tomb, he cries and dances, pulls his hair to the east and exposes his mourning clothes, bows to the guests and dances, sends the guests back to their seats, cries and mourns until he has finished his work, then removes his clothes, and does not cry at home. The host does not change his clothes when treating the host, cries with him, and does not dance. From the age of mourning below, the difference is that he does not wear mourning clothes.

Intoxicated and unaware of the joy of love

Young rich peasant

Duke Huan entered the gorge, where sheer cliffs hung high into the sky and the waves rose swiftly. He sighed and said, "Since I am a loyal minister, I cannot be a filial son. What should I do?"

Super Scholar

Liu Jian served as the deputy governor of Huan Xuanwu, and later as a military officer of the Eastern Cao. He was quite unpopular because of his uprightness. I have listened to the record and was speechless. Xuanwu asked: "Why doesn't Liu Dongcao agree?" He replied: "It cannot be used." Xuanwu did not look surprised.

The most beloved of the rich: Mr. Yu, very loving

I'm the best in the world, who am I afraid of?

Emperor Wen once ordered the King of Dong'e to compose a poem within seven steps. If he failed, he would be punished. He immediately composed a poem: "Cook the beans and make soup, strain the beans to make juice. The firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are crying in the pot. We are from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?" The emperor looked deeply ashamed.