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Night without sun

Rebirth of Anthony

For a man who is a son, the three gifts are not as great as a carriage and horses. Therefore, his neighbors praised him for his filial piety, his brothers and relatives praised him for his kindness, his colleagues praised him for his brotherly love, his friends praised him for his benevolence, and his acquaintances praised him for his trustworthiness. Seeing my father’s insistence, I dare not advance unless I am told to, I dare not retreat unless I am told to, and I dare not answer unless I am asked. This is the behavior of a filial son.

He has attractive eyes

Don't rush outside the thin curtain, don't rush in the hall, and don't rush when holding jade. Martial arts are received in the hall and deployed outside the hall. Do not fly in the room, and do not cross your arms when sitting. Do not kneel when you are ordered to stand, and do not stand when you are ordered to sit.

Just because I love you too much

Chen Yi from Wu County was a very filial man. His mother liked to eat burnt rice at the bottom of the pot. He was left as a clerk in the county. He always carried a bag with him. Whenever he cooked, he would store the burnt rice in it and bring it back to give to his mother. Later, when the bandit Sun En escaped from Wu County, Yuan Fujun went to fight immediately. He left behind several buckets of burnt rice that he had collected, but before he could return home, he took it with him to join the army. Fought at Hudu and was defeated. The soldiers were defeated and fled to the mountains and swamps, where many died of starvation. Only the remaining soldiers survived by eating burnt rice. People at that time believed that it was the reward for filial piety.

I will be rich in the future

When Wang Jingren was thirteen years old, he wrote On the Wise. The chief secretary sent it to Zhenchang, who replied, "Seeing Jingren's essay, I can understand the subtle meaning of it."

Flowers against a clear sky

When Yin Zhongkan was the governor of Jingzhou, there was a flood season and he usually ate only five bowls of food, with no other dishes. When rice grains fell on the plate or table, he would pick them up and eat them. Although we want to lead things, we must do so according to their true nature. I always tell my children, "Don't think that I am giving up my former ambitions because I have been appointed to a provincial post. It is not easy for me to be in this position now. Poverty is the norm for scholars. How can I climb the branch and abandon my roots? You should save it!"