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Liu Ling was six feet tall, very ugly, and seemed to be in a state of calm and unsteady form.
Gu Changkang worshipped Huan Xuanwu's tomb and composed a poem: "The mountains collapsed and the seas dried up, where will the fish and birds go?" Someone asked him: "You relied on Huan so much, can you see your crying?" Gu said: "My nose is like a wide wind, and my eyes are like a river bursting." Someone else said: "My voice is like thunder that breaks the mountain, and my tears are like a river pouring into the sea."
In the funeral of a king, if there is no small burial, he will leave as a guest of the duke; in the funeral of an official, if there is no small burial, he will leave at the order of the king; in the funeral of a scholar, he will leave without burial for an official. Whenever the host leaves, he goes barefoot, with his hem tied to his waist and his heart beat, and descends from the west steps. The king bows to the guest of state and the minister of honor at his seat; the minister, at the king's order, meets him outside the bedroom door; the messenger goes up to the hall to tell the death, and the host bows below; the scholar cries with the minister in person; he does not go against the door, the lady goes out for the lady of the king, the lady goes out for the lady's order, and the scholar's wife should not be buried, so the lady goes out.
Prime Minister Wang rested his head on Zhou Boren's knees, pointed at his belly and asked, "What do you have in here?" He replied, "This is empty, but it can hold hundreds of you."
Wang Youjun got someone to write the preface to the Lanting Collection and the preface to the Jingu Poems, and he was also told that he was comparable to Shi Chong, and he was very pleased.
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."
Although Huiyuan was old, he never stopped giving lectures in Mount Lu. When some of his disciples regressed, Yuan Gong would say, "The light of the setting sun cannot shine far. I only hope that the light of the morning sun can shine with us." He would sit up and hold the scripture in his hand, reciting aloud with a bitter expression. All the senior students were in awe and showed respect.
Confucian scholars do not treasure gold and jade, but loyalty and faithfulness; they do not pray for land, and establish righteousness as Land; do not pray for more accumulation, but be rich in culture. It is hard to get but easy to get money, easy to get money but hard to keep. If it is not the right time, is it not hard to get? If it is not right, is it not hard to keep? If you work hard first and then get money, is it not easy to get money? There are such people in his neighborhood.
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