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In the second month of autumn, the sun is in Jiao, the sun is in the morning, and the sun is in the morning. The days are Geng and Xin, the emperor is Shaohao, and the god is Rushu. The insects are hair. The sound is Shang, and the rhythm is Zhongnan Lü. The number is nine. The taste is spicy and the smell is fishy. The sacrifice is at the gate, and the liver is sacrificed. The blind wind comes, the wild geese come, the black birds return, and the birds gather food. The emperor lives in the Zongzhang Temple, rides on the military road, drives a white camel, carries a white flag, wears white clothes, wears white jade, eats hemp and dog, and his utensils are thin and deep.
The roars of Ruan's infantrymen could be heard from hundreds of steps away. In Mount Sumen, a true man suddenly appeared, and the woodcutters all told about him. Ruan Ji went to see, and saw the man hugging his knees beside a rock. Ji climbed the ridge to meet him, and they sat cross-legged facing each other. Ji discussed the history of the past, and explained the mysterious and quiet ways of Huang and Nong, and examined the beauty of the great virtues of the Three Dynasties. When asked about it, he did not respond. He then recounted the teachings of action, the techniques of settling the mind and guiding the qi, and watched him. He was just the same as before, staring intently without moving. Ji Yin let out a long whistle in response. After a long time, he smiled and said, "You can do it again." Ji whistled again. When his intention was exhausted, he retreated and returned halfway up the mountain. He then heard a sound from above, like the sound of drums played by several tribes, echoing through the woods and valleys. He looked back and then howled at the people.
Prime Minister Wang invited Zu to talk at night and he stayed awake until dawn. There will be guests tomorrow morning. The man has not combed his hair yet and looks a little tired. The guest said, "You were like this yesterday, as if you had insomnia." The Duke said, "I talked a little with the scholar yesterday, and it made me forget my fatigue."
When Wen Taizhen was not yet in a high position, she often played Chupu with appraisers from Yangzhou and Huaizhong, and she never competed with them. Once he made a mistake, he lost a lot of things and was humiliated, with no way to return. He was on good terms with Yu Liang, and shouted to Liang in the boat, "Can you redeem me?" Yu immediately sent him money, and he was able to return. After these four.
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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