姑苏美食

Death Blue and White

Only eternal life can be immortal

When King Wen was the crown prince, he went to court with King Ji at three o'clock in the morning. When the cock first crowed, he dressed and went to the door of the bedroom. He asked the eunuchs, "How are you today?" The eunuchs said, "All right." King Wen was happy. At noon, he came again, and did the same. At dusk, he came again, and did the same. If there was any irregularity, the eunuchs would tell King Wen, and King Wen looked worried and could not walk straight. King Ji had a meal, and then he returned to the beginning. When the food was on top, it must be on the spot. He looked at the cold and warm rhythm. When the food was down, he asked what the meal was. He ordered the chef to say, "Is there a source at the end!" The answer was, "Yes." "Then they withdrew. King Wu led the way and dared not add anything. King Wen was ill, but King Wu did not take off his hat and belt to nurse him. When King Wen ate once, he also ate once; when King Wen ate twice, he also ate twice. After ten days, they stopped. King Wen asked King Wu, "What did you dream about?" King Wu replied, "I dreamed that the emperor and I were nine years older." King Wen said, "What do you think it was?" King Wu said, "There are nine countries in the west. Will the king finally rule them?" King Wen said, "No. In ancient times, age was called age, and teeth were also age. I am a hundred and you are ninety, so I am three of you." King Wen died at the age of ninety-seven, and King Wu died at the age of ninety-three. King Cheng was young and could not ascend the throne, so Duke Zhou became his prime minister and ruled the country.

Don't pretend anymore, sir.

The three-year mourning is finished, and the mourning of the period is finished. After the funeral, the old hemp belt is worn, and the mourning of the period is worn. The mourning of the great mourning is also the same. For the small mourning, there is no change.

Love is simple

In the first month of autumn, the sun is in Yi, the sun sets at the center of the star Jian, and the sun rises at the center of Bi. The days are Geng and Xin. Its emperor is Shaohao, and its god is Rushou. Its insect is Mao. Its tone is Shang, and the rhythm is Yi Ze. Its number is nine. Its taste is pungent, and its smell is fishy. Its sacrifice is at the gate, and the liver is sacrificed. The cool wind arrives, the white dew falls, and the cicadas sing. The eagle is sacrificed to the bird, and the slaughter begins. The emperor lives in the left side of the general chapter, rides on the military road, drives a white camel, carries a white flag, wears a white robe, and wears white jade. He eats hemp and dog, and his utensils are thin and deep.

Becoming a Monk

Only the most holy man in the world can be wise and knowledgeable, enough to be in charge; generous and gentle, enough to be tolerant; strong and resolute, enough to be firm; dignified and upright, enough to be respectful; meticulous and discerning, enough to distinguish. He is vast and profound, and he always releases it. He is as vast as the sky, and as deep as the abyss. When he sees it, the people all respect it, when he speaks, the people all believe it, and when he acts, the people all praise it. Therefore, his reputation spreads throughout China and extends to the barbarians. Wherever boats and cars can reach, wherever human power can reach, wherever the sky covers, wherever the earth carries, wherever the sun and the moon shine, wherever frost and dew fall, all living beings respect their parents, so he is said to be in harmony with heaven.

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