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After Huan Xuanwu deposed the Grand Prime Minister and his son, he submitted another memorial saying, "We should give up our immediate interests in order to preserve our distant plans. If we get rid of the Grand Prime Minister and his son, we will have no future worries." Jianwen replied to the memorial by hand, saying, "I cannot bear to say it, let alone say too much." Xuanwu submitted another memorial, and his words became more bitter. Jianwen replied, "If the Jin Dynasty is prosperous, you should obey this edict. If the good fortune is gone, please avoid the path of the wise!" Duke Huan read the edict, his hands trembled with sweat, and he stopped there. Taizai and his son moved far away to Xin'an.
Prime Minister Wang bowed to the Minister of Education and sighed, "If Liu Wang Qiao crossed the river, I would not be the only one to bow to you."
Sun Zijing took off her wife's mourning clothes and composed a poem to show Wang Wuzi. Wang said: "I don't know that literature is born from emotion and emotion is born from literature. Reading this makes me sad and increases the love between husband and wife."
Gu He first worked as an official in Yangzhou. It was the first day of the lunar calendar. Before dawn, he parked his car outside the city gate. The Marquis of Zhou went to see the Prime Minister, and sat beside the carriage. And looking for lice, he remained motionless. After Zhou had passed by, he returned and pointed to Gu Xin and asked, "What is there in this place?" Gu was still scratching his lice. Xu Ying said, "This is the most unfathomable place." After Zhou Hou entered, he said to the Prime Minister, "There is a talented person among the officials in your state."
Zisi's mother died in Wei, and he went to Zisi, and Zisi cried in the temple. When the disciples came, they said, "Shu's mother died, why did you cry in Confucius' temple?" Zisi said, "I was wrong, I was wrong." Then he cried in another room.
The son of a good blacksmith must learn to make fur coats; the son of a good archer must learn to make winnowing baskets; the beginner must do the opposite, with the chariot in front of the horse. A gentleman who observes these three things can be determined to study.
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