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The Hidden Beauty of the East Palace

Xie Gong kept prostitutes in Dongshan. Jianwen said: "Anshi must come out. Since he shares happiness with others, he also has to share sorrow with others."

Farm Girl Marrying

Facing the sun

Zishang did not mourn when his mother died. His disciples asked Zisi, “Did your ancestors mourn their mothers?” He said, “Yes”. “Why did you not let Bai mourn?” Zisi said, “My ancestors did not lose the way; when the way was high, they followed the way; when the way was low, they followed the way. How could Ji do that? Those who marry Ji are Bai’s mother; those who do not marry Ji are not Bai’s mother.” Therefore, the Kong family did not mourn their mothers when their mothers died, starting with Zisi.

The Avenue Reappears

Zixia said: "The five ultimates have been heard, and I dare to ask what the three nothings are?" Confucius said: "Music without sound, ritual without body, mourning without clothes, this is called the three nothings. "Zixia said: "I have heard the three "nothings" briefly. May I ask which poem is closest to them?" Confucius said: "'The life of the morning and the evening is to be forgiven and secret' is the music without sound. 'The dignity and manners are so great that they cannot be chosen' is the etiquette without form. 'When the people are in mourning, they crawl to save them' is the mourning without clothes."

My son is the richest man

Wang Dongting and Xie Gong were at odds with each other. When the king heard about the funeral in the east, he went out of the capital to find Zi Jing and said, "I want to mourn for Gong." Zi Jing had just gone to bed, and when he heard his words, he got up in surprise and said, "I hope for Fa Hu." So the king went to mourn. The commander-in-chief Diao Yue refused to listen and said, "I have never seen such a guest in my life." Wang also did not speak to him, but went straight forward, crying bitterly, and left without holding the hand of the last maid.

The Prime Minister's Daughter is Getting Married

Wang Ziyou lived in Shanyin. It snowed heavily at night. He woke up, opened the room, and ordered wine to be poured. The sky was bright all around, so I stood up and imitated the poet, reciting Zuo Si's poem to invite hermits. Suddenly I remembered Dai Andao, who was in Shan at that time, so I took a small boat to visit him at night. After walking a night, he finally arrived, but he opened the door without going forward and turned back. When asked why, the king said, "I went out for fun and returned when the fun wore off. Why should I see Dai?"