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Huan Xuan went west and entered Shitou. The outsider said, "Sima Liang Wang has fled and rebelled." Xuan had already made up his mind, and he played horns and drums on the carriage, and sang loudly, "The sound of flutes and pipes remains, where is Liang Wang?"
Whenever a beautiful day came, those who crossed the river would invite each other to Xinting, borrow flowers and have a banquet. Duke Zhou sat down and sighed, "The scenery is the same, but the mountains and rivers are different!" They all looked at each other and shed tears. Only Prime Minister Wang's face changed with sorrow and he said, "We should work together to protect the royal family and recover the divine land. Why should we stand face to face with the prisoners of Chu?"
Sun Xiu liked to shoot pheasants. When it came to the time to shoot, he would leave in the morning and return in the evening. All the ministers advised: "This is a small thing, why bother with it so much?" Xiu said: "Although it is a small thing, it is more upright than others, that is why I like it."
In this month, the air in the sky descended, the air in the ground rose, the sky and the earth were in harmony, and the grass and trees sprouted. The king ordered to spread the farming work, and ordered the farmers in the eastern suburbs to repair the borders and examine the classics. He was good at observing the hills, slopes, dangers, plains and marshes, and the suitability of the land, and the five grains, so as to teach the people, and he must personally do it. After the farm work is done, the standard should be set first, so that the farmers will not be confused.
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.
The king's system of salary and rank is five levels: duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron. The princes have five levels: senior officials, ministers, junior officials, senior officers, middle officers, and junior officers.
Yang Fu wrote a poem in praise of snow, which said: "It is transformed by the purity and diffused by the air. When it encounters an image, it can be bright, and when it is pure, it becomes radiant." Huan Yin then wrote on the fan.
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