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Wang Yifu once was assigned to work by a clan member, but he hadn't done anything for some time. When they were having a feast, Wang Yifu said to the clan member, "You are assigned to work for an elder recently, so how can you not do it?" The clan member got very angry and threw a stick in his face. Yi Fu was speechless. After washing up, he took Prime Minister Wang's arm and was carried away together. He looked in the mirror in the carriage and said to the Prime Minister: "The way you look at me is like looking at an ox's back."
Confucians are knowledgeable but not exhausted, and they practice diligently but not tired; they live in seclusion but not licentious, and they are connected with their superiors but not in trouble; they value harmony in etiquette, the beauty of loyalty and trustworthiness, and the law of leisure. They promote the virtuous and tolerate the masses, and criticize the square and unite the tiles. Their generosity is like this.
Wang Hun was sitting with his wife, Mrs. Zhong, when they saw Wu Zi passing by the courtyard. Hun said to his wife happily, "It is a relief to have such a son." The wife laughed and said, "If I could be married to a soldier and have a son, it would be no less than this!"
At the beginning of death, he was full as if he had no end; after the funeral, he was as if he was looking for something but couldn't get it; after the burial, he was as if he was looking for something but couldn't get it. He was trained and sighed, auspicious and vast. Zhulou shot arrows at him again, probably since the battle at Shengxing. The women of Lu who wore their hair in a bun and mourned started from the defeat at the Taiyu.
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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