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In this month, the sun reaches its limit, the moon reaches its limit, and the stars return to the sky. The number is about to end, and the year is about to begin again. He is focused on the farmers and does not use them. The emperor, together with the dukes, ministers, and officials, reviewed the state code and discussed the seasons in preparation for the coming year. He ordered the historian to rank the dukes and give them sacrifices to share the feasts of the emperor of heaven, the god of the land, and the land of the grain. He ordered the states with the same surname to share the fodder for the temples. He ordered the prime ministers, ministers, and common people to count the number of lands and fields, and give them sacrifices to share the worship of the mountains, forests, and famous rivers. All the people in the nine states and islands of the world all contributed their efforts to share the worship of the emperor of heaven, the god of the land, the grain, the temples, the mountains, forests, and famous rivers.

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Long-term marriage leads to fighting

Sikong Weiwei

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Never Lose or Forget

Ai Xiaoming

Zhi Gong loved cranes and lived in Shandong (Shanyin) Mountain. Someone left behind a pair of cranes. Soon, their wings grew large and they were ready to fly. Zhi felt sorry for it, so he clipped its wings. The crane could no longer fly, so it turned its wings and looked down, as if it was disappointed. Lin said: "Since you have the ability to soar into the sky, why would you be willing to be a plaything for people?" He raised the bird and let it fly away after its wings were fully grown.

I really don't want to be a devil.

Nara Yiqiao

　　When Fan Xuan was eight years old, he was picking vegetables in the back garden and accidentally injured his finger and started crying loudly. Someone asked, "Are you in pain?" He replied, "It's not pain, I just dare not damage my body or hair, that's why I'm crying!" Xuan Jie was a frugal person, so when Han Yuzhang gave him a hundred pieces of silk, he refused to accept them. He reduced the amount by fifty pieces, but still refused to accept it. In this way, he reduced it by half, until it reached one horse, but he never accepted it again. The Queen of Han was riding in the same carriage with Fan. The Queen cut two feet of flesh in the carriage and gave it to Fan, saying, "Would anyone rather let his wife be without a scarf?" Fan laughed and accepted it.

A smile that fascinates the emperor

Lu Cuibai

In the Taimiao, there is respect! The king personally leads the sacrifice, and the officials praise and follow. The king personally makes sacrifices, and the lady offers the bowl. The king personally cuts the sacrifice, and the lady offers wine. The ministers and the great officials follow the lord, and the women of the court follow the wives. They are respectful and loyal, and they are eager to receive the feast. The offering of animals is reported in the courtyard, the blood and hair are reported in the room, and the soup is reported in the hall. The three reports are not in the same position, which is probably because they have sought but not obtained them. The sacrifice is set up in the hall, and the sacrifice is made outside, so it is said: "Is it there? Is it here?" One is to offer a pledge, three is to offer a text, five is to offer a review, and seven is to offer a god. The feast is for the king! The three animals, fish and meat are the delicacies of the four seas and nine states; the offerings of the dishes are the harmony of the four seasons. The gold inside is to show harmony. The bundle of silk and the jade disk are to honor virtue. The tortoise is in the front, which is to predict the future. The gold is next, which is to show affection. The red lacquer, silk, bamboo and arrows are to share the wealth with the people. The rest are not regular goods, and each country has what it has, so it is to bring distant things. When it goes out, it is sent in the summer, which is probably a heavy ceremony. Sacrificing to the emperor in the suburbs is the utmost respect. The sacrifice in the ancestral temple is the highest level of benevolence. The funeral is the highest level of loyalty. The preparation of clothing and utensils is the highest level of benevolence. The use of money by guests is the highest level of righteousness. Therefore, if a gentleman wants to observe the way of benevolence and righteousness, etiquette is the root.

My Lord Major General, please be gentle!

Helian Peiqing

The steward draws water, but does not twist it. He does not go up to the hall until the steps are up. He gives it to the driver. The driver takes a bath: four junior officials carry the quilt, and two drivers bathe. The water for bathing is a basin, the water for pouring is a ladle, the bathing is a gauze towel, and the stroking is a bathing robe, just like other days; the junior officials scratch the feet, and the remaining water is thrown into the pit. When the mother dies, the inner driver carries the quilt and bathes. The steward draws water and gives it to the driver. The driver bathes in the hall - the king bathes in liang, the senior official bathes in millet, and the scholar bathes in liang. The Dian people built a sieve under the west wall, the pottery people brought out the heavy cauldrons, the Guan people received the bath, and then cooked it. The Dian people took the firewood from the northwest of the temple and used it to cook. The Guan people gave the driver a bath, and then he bathed; he used a clay plate for bathing, and a towel for rubbing. As on other days, the small officials cut their hands and beards, wet and washed, and threw them on the ditch. The king set up a big plate to make ice, the senior officials set up a flat plate to make ice, and the scholars used clay plates without ice. They set up a bed and a pillow. One bed was covered, one bed was covered, and another bed was moved to the hall. There were pillows and mats for the king, senior officials, and scholars.

Mr. Shen, please stop loving me

Guliang Changli

When Chen Yuanfang lost his father, he cried and mourned until his body became emaciated. His mother felt sorry for him and secretly covered him with a brocade quilt. Guo Linzong came to express his condolences and saw him, and said to him, "You are a talented person in the country, and a role model for the whole country. How can you mourn with a brocade quilt covering you? Confucius said, 'To wear brocade and to eat rice, what good will it do you?' I will not accept it!" He threw away his clothes and left. From then on, no guests came for a hundred days.

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