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Emperor Ming asked Marquis Zhou, "Some people compare you to Xi Jian. What do you think?" Zhou said, "Your Majesty, there is no need to compare you to Xi Jian."
Chen Lindao is on the west bank, and all the people in the city want to meet at Niuzhu. The arguments are so good that people want to discuss them together. Chen Yiruyi propped his cheek up, looked at Jilong Mountain and sighed, "Sun Bofu's ambitions have not been fulfilled!" So he couldn't sit still and talk.
Since Yin Zhongwen had always been famous, he believed that he would be able to govern the country. Suddenly he became the prefect of Dongyang, and he felt very unhappy. When he arrived at Fuyang, he sighed and said, "Looking at the terrain and conditions here, there must be another Sun Bofu!"
When Zilu's sister died, he could have removed his hairpin, but he didn't. Confucius asked, "Why didn't you remove it?" Zilu said, "I have few brothers and sisters, but I can't bear it." Confucius said, "The previous kings established the rituals, and people on the road can't bear it." Zilu heard about it and removed it.
All the rituals for offering sacrifices to the ancestral temple: cattle are called Yiyuan Dawu, pigs are called Ganglie, pigs are called 鑵偉, sheep are called Roumao, chickens are called Hanyin, dogs are called Gengxian, pheasants are called Shuzhi, rabbits are called Mingshi, dried meat is called Yinji, dried fish is called Shangji, fresh fish is called Xianji, water is called Qingdi, wine is called Qingzhuo, millet is called Xianghe, sorghum is called Xiangqi, millet is called Mingji, rice is called Jiashu, leek is called Fengben, salt is called Xianyan, jade is called Jiayu, and currency is called Liangbi.
Sikong Gu He was having a conversation with the wise men of the time. Zhang Xuanzhi and Gu Fu, the grandson of the middle-aged man and the grandson of the great-grandson, both seven years old, were playing beside the bed. When he heard the words, his expression seemed to be irrelevant. Sleeping under the lamp, the two children narrated the host's words, without missing anything. Gu Gong crossed the table and lifted his ear, saying: "I never thought that a declining clan would revive this treasure."
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