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The Moon Shadow of Yitian

Hao Long served as a military officer in the Southern Barbarian Army under Duke Huan of Qin. On the third day of March, Hao Long met with the army and wrote a poem. Those who fail to do so will be fined three liters of wine. Long Chu thought he could not accept the punishment, so after drinking, he took up his pen and wrote a poem: "A fish jumps into the clear pond." Huan asked, "What is a fish?" He answered, "The barbarians call fish 'fish'." Huan Gong asked, "Why do you write in the barbarian language when you write a poem?" Long said, "I came a thousand miles to join you and was appointed as a military officer in the barbarian government. How can I not write in the barbarian language?"

The Mad Man

The evil system of the academic master

Wang Ziyou and Zijing were both seriously ill, but Zijing died first. Ziyou asked his attendants, "Why haven't we heard any news? He is already dead!" He showed no sadness at all when he spoke. They asked for a sedan chair and came to the funeral, but did not cry. Zijing had always loved the zither, so he went straight in and sat on the coffin, took out Zijing's zither and played it. When the strings were out of tune, he threw it to the ground and said, "Zijing! Zijing! Both you and the zither are gone." He was in grief for a long time, and died more than a month later.

Star Love

Wang Sizhou first served as a military officer in the record room of Yu Gong, and later he appointed Yin Hao as the chief secretary. When they first arrived, Duke Yu wanted to send the king to the capital. The king asked to stay, saying: "I have never seen such a virtuous person. I have just arrived, but I am still greedy to stay with you for a few days."

One wrong move

Yin Zhongjun was dismissed and lived in Xin'an, where he wrote on the air all day long. The officials and people of Yangzhou chased him out for justice, and secretly watched him, and saw only the four words "a very strange thing" written on his face.

Love is like a tide

Xu Yuan once visited Jianwen. It was a windy and calm night with a bright moon, so they composed music and talked in the room. Expressing one’s inner thoughts is Xu’s forte. The words are clear and graceful, more than usual. Although Jianwen and he had always been in sync, this encounter was even more regrettable. Unconsciously they knelt down and spoke with their hands, and the conversation lasted until almost dawn. Then he said: "Xuan Du has great talent and sentiment, so it is not easy to give him many compliments."