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In this month, the music director is ordered to learn dancing. Then the sacrificial rites are carried out. The mountain, forest, river and lake are worshipped, and no female animals are used as sacrifices. Cutting down trees is prohibited. Do not cover nests, do not kill young insects, fetuses, premature babies, and flying birds. Do not deer or eggs. Do not gather a large group of people, do not build city walls. Bury bones and carcasses.
Zengzi said: "When mourning, there is illness, eating meat and drinking wine, there must be the nourishment of plants and trees. It is called ginger and cinnamon."
Today's teachers groan about their divination, ask a lot of questions, talk about numbers, and advance without caring about their safety. They make people not sincere, and teach people not to use their talents; their application is perverse, and their pursuit is foolish. That is why they hide their learning and hate their teachers, suffer from the difficulty and do not know the benefit. Even if they finish their studies, they will soon leave. Is this the reason why teaching is not a punishment?
A gentleman returns to the ancient times and never forgets where he was born. Therefore, he shows respect, expresses affection, and works hard to repay his parents, and dares not fail to do his best. Therefore, in the past, the emperor cultivated a thousand acres, wore a crown with red ribbons, and personally held a plow. The princes cultivated a hundred acres, wore a crown with blue ribbons, and personally held a plow to worship the heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, the altar, and the ancients, and made a rich variety of wine and cheese, and took them there, which was the highest respect.
When Confucius passed by the side of Mount Tai, a woman was crying at a grave. Confucius stood up and listened to her. He asked Zilu to ask her, "Your crying seems to be deeply worried." She said, "Yes, my uncle died of a tiger in the past, my husband also died there, and now my son has died there too." The Master asked, "Why don't you leave?" She said, "No harsh government." The Master said, "My boy, you know it. Harsh government is more fierce than a tiger."
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