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Gu Changkang worshipped Huan Xuanwu's tomb and composed a poem: "The mountains collapsed and the seas dried up, where will the fish and birds go?" Someone asked him: "You relied on Huan so much, can you see your crying?" Gu said: "My nose is like a wide wind, and my eyes are like a river bursting." Someone else said: "My voice is like thunder that breaks the mountain, and my tears are like a river pouring into the sea."
When Liu Gongrong drank with others, he drank with a mix of dirty and inappropriate people, and some people ridiculed him. He replied, 鈥淭hose who are better than you, must drink with you; those who are not as good as you, must also drink with you; and those who are of your level, must also drink with you.鈥 So they drank together all day and got drunk.
After Deng Jingling was dismissed from office, he went to the mountain tomb and met the Grand Marshal Huan Gong. The Duke asked him, "Why have you become thinner?" Deng said, "I feel ashamed of Shuda, and I cannot help but feel resentful for the broken steamer!"
When a woman has a good event, she must bow solemnly even if she is given by the king. When sitting for a corpse , then do not bow with your hands, bow solemnly; for the funeral host, do not bow with your hands. Wear hemp sash and hemp belt. Take the sacrificial table and offer the table without sitting. Hold the empty as if holding full, enter the empty as if there is someone. In all sacrifices in the hall in the room, do not wear barefoot, but in banquets. Never fail to eat fresh food.
In the last month of summer, the sun is in the willow, the fire is in the dusk, and the Kui is in the morning. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Yan Emperor, and its god is Zhurong. Its insects are feathers. Its sound is Zheng, and its rhythm is Lin Zhong. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove and the lungs. The warm wind begins to arrive, crickets live on the wall, eagles learn, and rotten grass becomes fireflies. The emperor resides in the right side of Mingtang, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears a red robe, and wears red jade. He eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and coarse. He orders fishermen to kill dragons and catch alligators, and climb turtles and catch sea turtles. He orders marsh people to collect wood and reeds.
Shan Gong was highly regarded in the court and even when he was over seventy years old, he still knew how to manage the current affairs. Guisheng is young, like He, Pei, Wang and others, and they all talk and chant together. There is an inscription on the pillar of the pavilion: "To the east of the pavilion, there is a big ox, He Jiaoyang, Pei Kaiqiu, and Wang Ji are so angry that they can't rest." Some say: Pan Ni built it.
When Prime Minister Wang was appointed Sikong, Tingwei Huan had two buns on his head, a bun on his head, and a staff. He peeked at him from the roadside and sighed, "People say A'long is ahead, so A'long is ahead on his own." Before he knew it, he arrived at the gate of the palace.
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