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When following the teacher, I will not cross the road to talk to others. When I met the teacher on the road, I walked towards him, stood upright and bowed. If the teacher talks to him, he will respond; if the teacher doesn't talk to him, he will retreat.
Then the bald people do not strip, the hunchbacks do not bare, and the lame people do not jump, not because they are not sad; if the body is sick, it is not suitable for the ritual. Therefore, it is said: the funeral ceremony is mainly about mourning. Women cry and mourn, beat their chests and feel sad; men cry and mourn, bow their heads and touch the ground, which is the extreme of sorrow.
Wang Ziyou lived in Shanyin. It snowed heavily at night. He woke up, opened the room, and ordered wine to be poured. The sky was bright all around, so I stood up and imitated the poet, reciting Zuo Si's poem to invite hermits. Suddenly I remembered Dai Andao, who was in Shan at that time, so I took a small boat to visit him at night. After walking a night, he finally arrived, but he opened the door without going forward and turned back. When asked why, the king said, "I went out for fun and returned when the fun wore off. Why should I see Dai?"
When Duke Wen was first persuaded to ascend the throne by the envoy of Prime Minister Liu, his mother, Cui, insisted on staying, so Jiao broke off his sleeve and left. Even though he was highly respected, his local status was still not higher than others. An imperial edict was issued for each title.
Li Hongdu often sighed that he was not appreciated. Yin Yangzhou knew that his family was poor and asked, "Can you bend your will and travel a hundred miles?" Li replied, "The sigh of the North Gate has long been heard by my friends. A poor ape rushes to the forest, how can it have time to choose a tree!" He was then granted Shan County.
Kang Sengyuan was in Yuzhang, several dozen miles away from the city, and built a monastery. There are mountains on the side and long rivers on the side, fragrant forests line the courtyards and clear streams rush around the halls. He studied and lectured at leisure, hoping to savor the essence of his works. Many people like Yu Gong went to see him. Watching him use breathing exercises, his temperament becomes better. In addition, he was content with his situation and felt happy, so his reputation grew. Later he couldn't bear it anymore and left.
Mr. Zhu was transferred to the position of Taiwei's secretary and military officer by Zhang'anling. His name was well-known but his position was low, so not many people knew him. The Duke went out to the east, took a passenger ship, and sent several old officials to stay at Qiantang Pavilion. At that time, Chen Chong of Wuxing was the county magistrate. He was supposed to see off a guest to Zhejiang. After the guest left, the clerk at the pavilion drove the official to move to the cowshed. When the tide came, Chen Ling stood up and hesitated, and asked, "What's under the cowshed?" The official said, "Yesterday a poor man came to stay in the pavilion. We have distinguished guests, so we moved him away." The Ling was drunk and asked from a distance, "Would you like some cakes? What's your surname? Can we talk?" Chu raised his hand and answered, "Chu Jinye from Henan." People far and wide had known Chu's name for a long time, so the Ling was very anxious and did not dare to move him away, so he went to the Chu with a letter under the cowshed. He slaughtered more meat and prepared food, and presented it before the Duke, and then he whipped the clerk at the pavilion to apologize for his shame. The Duke drank and feasted with him, and his words and expressions remained the same, as if he was unaware of anything. Order to escort the Duke to the border.
Xiahou Taichu once wrote while leaning against a pillar. It was raining heavily at the time, and a thunderbolt broke the pillar he was leaning against. His clothes were burnt, but his expression remained unchanged, and his book was also intact. The guests around were all stumbling and unable to stop.
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