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When General Yu was in Wuchang, it was a beautiful autumn night with clear scenery, so he asked his officials Yin Hao and Wang Huzhi to go up to the South Tower to sort out poems. The tone began to become powerful, and I heard the loud sound of clogs in the passage. It must be Yu Gong. Soon he came on foot with about ten men around him, and the wise men wanted to get up and avoid him. Gong Xu said, "Please stay a little longer, everyone. I am very interested in this place!" Then he sat on a Hu couch and chanted and joked with them, and they were very happy. Later, Wang Yi Shao came down and talked about this matter with the prime minister. The prime minister said: "Yuan Gui's style at that time must have declined a little." Youjun replied: "Only the hills and valleys remain."
Aigong ordered to sit down. Confucius said: "Confucian scholars have the best treasures on the table to wait for the invitation, study hard day and night to wait for the question, be loyal and faithful to wait for the promotion, and work hard to wait for the selection. They are like this in their self-reliance.
Yuan Yang once visited Liu Hui, but Hui was sleeping inside and had not yet woken up. Yuan Yin composed a poem to tune it: "The horn pillow is as bright as the silk, and the brocade quilt is as rotten as the long mat." Liu Shang, the daughter of Emperor Ming of Jin, saw the poem and was dissatisfied, saying: "Yuan Yang, a madman left over from the ancient times!"
When Xu Xuandu sent his mother out of the capital, someone asked Liu Yin, "Does Xuandu believe what he has heard?" Liu Yin said, "His talent and intelligence exceed what I have heard."
A gentleman knows the difficulty and ease of learning, and knows its beauty and ugliness, and then he can make extensive metaphors; if he can make extensive metaphors, he can be a teacher; if he can be a teacher, he can be a leader; if he can be a leader, he can be a king. Therefore, a teacher is for learning to be a king. Therefore, choosing a teacher must be careful. "Records" said: "Three kings and four generations only have their teachers." Is this what it means!
Meng Jia of Wuchang was an official of Yu Taiwei and was already well-known. Taifu Zhu had the ability to judge people. After leaving Yuzhang, he returned and passed by Wuchang. He asked Yu, "I heard that Meng Congshi is good. Is he here now?" Yu said, "You can go and find him yourself." Zhu stared at him for a long time, pointed at Jia and said, "This man is a little different. Could he be the right one?" Yu laughed and said, "Yes!" At that time, he admired Zhu's insight and was also happy that Jia appreciated him.
The king, Liu and Duke Huan went to Fuzhou Mountain to watch. After drinking, Liu put his feet on Duke Huan's neck. Duke Huan could not bear it any more and pushed it away with his hand. After returning, Wang Changshi said to Liu: "Can he be compared to others?"
When the king of the country died, he did not dare to receive condolences. In the middle of the outer clan room, facing south, the minor officials spread the mats, the business and the priest spread the quilt, and the scholars washed their hands on the north side of the plate. The body was moved to the coffin, and after the coffin was finished, the chief minister informed the sons, and Feng Zhi danced. The lady sat on the east side, Feng Zhi rose and danced. There are three things that scholars mourn for the emperor: they burn all night, and ride on people and walk on the road.
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