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The Return of the Urban Madman

The east wind thaws the frost, the hibernating insects begin to wake up, the fish come out of the ice, the otter offers fish, and the wild geese come. The emperor lives in the left side of Qingyang. He rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, wears Cangyu, eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.

The God has a little sister

All the wise men in the forest have talented sons. Ji Zihun has a broad mind. Kang Zishao is clear, elegant and upright. Tao Zijian, unobstructed and simple. Xian Zizhan, a wise man with far-reaching ambitions. I look forward to my younger brother Fu, who is cheerful and has left many things unseen. Xiuzi is pure, respectful, and kind, and she is also a clear and pure person. There are thousands of Rongzi, and they all have the potential to achieve great things, but their growth is not yet complete. Only Lingzi is unknown. Among all these scholars, only Zhan was the best, and Shao and Jian were also highly respected in the world.

Jade Hand

Use less than half for the pot throwing ceremony, and use all for the archery ceremony. The archer, the chief judge, and the standing scholar all belong to the guest party; the musicians, the messengers, and the boys all belong to the host party.

Yu Zhi Ling Xi

Soaring in the sky

Xie Youyu said to Zhou Hou: "You are like a tree of the altar. From a distance, you can see it is majestic and touching the blue sky. But when you look at it closely, you can see that its roots are supported by foxes, and there is nothing but chaos below!" He replied: "The branches are touching the blue sky, but that does not make you feel high; the foxes are making a mess below, but that does not make you feel dirty. You are protecting the chaos, so how can you boast of yourself?"

The Empress of the Qing Dynasty was kind and beautiful

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.