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In the last month of winter, the sun is in the constellation of the goddess of the moon, the sun sets in the middle of the sky, and the sun rises in the middle of the sky. The days are Ren and Gui. Its emperor is Zhuanxu, and its god is Xuanming. Its insect is shellfish. Its sound is feather, and the musical scale is Dalü. Its number is six. Its taste is salty, and its smell is rotten. Its ritual is to offer sacrifice to the ancestors' kidneys. The geese fly north, and the magpies begin to nest. Pheasants crow, and chickens lay eggs. The emperor lives in the right side of the Xuan Hall. He rides on a dark road, drives a black horse, carries a dark flag, wears black clothes, and wears dark jade. He eats millet and pork, and his utensils are large and sharp. He orders the officials to sacrifice cattle and dig up cattle in case of major disasters to drive away the cold. The birds of war are fierce and fierce. He then completes the sacrifices to the mountains and rivers, as well as the emperor's ministers and the gods of the emperor.

The rules of a general's family

Xu Yuan liked to travel around the mountains and rivers, and he was good at climbing mountains. People at that time said: "Xu not only has the desire to win, but also has the tools to help him win."

My golden finger is like a retard

Arrogance cannot be allowed to grow excessive, desires cannot be followed, ambitions cannot be satisfied, and happiness cannot be taken to the extreme.

Rebirth of Great Change

　　A guest once asked Chen Jifang, "What merits and virtues did your lord Taiqiu have to deserve such high reputation?" Jifang replied, "My lord is like a laurel tree growing on the edge of Mount Tai, which is ten thousand feet high and unfathomably deep. It is moistened by the sweet dew above and moistened by the deep spring below. At that time, how could the laurel tree know the height of Mount Tai and the depth of the deep spring? It didn't know whether it had merits or not!"

My and Her Romantic Comedy

Someone asked, "Why do people bury their parents after three days of death?" The answer is: filial sons are sad and resentful when their parents die, so they crawl on the ground and cry, as if they will be resurrected, how can they be taken away and buried. Therefore, it is said that the funeral is held after three days, in order to wait for the body to be reborn. If the body is not reborn after three days, it is also dead. The filial son's heart will also be weakened; the family plan and clothing can also be completed; the distant relatives can also come. Therefore, the sages made a decision to set a three-day ritual system.