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Zengzi said: "At the grave of a friend, there is old grass, but no one should cry."
Sincerity is self-realization, and Tao is self-Tao. Sincerity is the beginning and end of things, without sincerity, there is nothing. Therefore, a gentleman values 鈥嬧媠incerity. Sincerity is not only for self-realization, but also for the realization of things. To perfect oneself is benevolence; to perfect things is knowledge. It is the virtue of nature, and it is the way to combine the outside and the inside, so it is appropriate to take measures at the right time.
Yuzhang prefect Gu Shao was Yong鈥檚 son. When Shao died in the county, Yong Sheng gathered his subordinates and played Go by himself. A letter from outside arrived, but there was no letter from the child. Although his expression remained unchanged, he understood the reason. He pinched his palm with his claws and blood stained the mattress. After the guests had left, Fang sighed and said, "I am no longer as high as Yanling, so how can I be held responsible for losing my sight?" Then he let go of his sorrow and looked calm.
Pei Linggong looked at Xiahou Taichu: "He was solemn and awe-inspiring, like entering a temple. He did not practice respect but people showed respect to him." Yi said: "It was like entering an ancestral temple, where one could hear the sounds of ritual instruments. Seeing Zhong Shiji was like looking into an armory, where one could see spears and halberds. Seeing Fu Lanshuo was like looking at the Jiang Palace. Seeing a huge source on a mountain was like climbing a mountain and looking down, where it was deep and secluded."
In this month, frost begins to fall, and all workers rest. He orders the officials to say: The cold air has arrived, and the people can't bear it, so they should all go indoors. On the first day of Ding, the music director is ordered to go in and learn to play. In this month, a great feast is held for the emperor, and the sacrifices are reported to the emperor. The princes are united, and hundreds of counties are set up. The tax rates and tributes of the princes are determined according to the distance and appropriateness of the land, so as to provide for the affairs of the suburbs and temples, without any bias.
Zhang Zhan liked to plant pine and cypress trees in front of his study. Whenever Yuan Shansong went out for a trip, he would always ask his attendants to compose elegies. People at that time said, "The body was laid out under Zhang's house, and the funeral was held on Yuan's road."
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