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Zhong Yu and Zhong Hui were well-known since they were young. When he was thirteen years old, Emperor Wen of Wei heard about it and said to his father Zhong Yao, "You can order the two sons to come." So he ordered an audience with him. Yu's face was sweating. The emperor asked, "Why is your face sweating?" Yu replied, "I am trembling with fear and sweating like pulp." The emperor asked Hui again, "Why are you not sweating?" Hui replied, "I am trembling with fear and sweating like pulp."
After Ji Kang was executed, Shan Gong appointed Kang Zishao as Secretary. When Shao asked the Duke about his whereabouts, the Duke said, "I have been thinking about this for a long time! The four seasons of heaven and earth still have news, let alone people?"
When Dai Gong saw Master Lin's tomb, he said, "His virtues are not far away, but his legacy has already been etched. I hope his spirit will last forever, and not end with his luck!"
Meng Xianzi was mourning, but he hung his head but didn't enjoy himself, and he played the harp but didn't enter. The Master said, "Xianzi is one level higher than others!"
Kong Pushe was the attendant of Emperor Xiaowu, and was invited to visit Emperor Liezong's tomb in advance. Kong was the Minister of Rites at the time. He was thin and frail, and wore heavy mourning clothes. He cried all day long, and those who saw him thought he was a truly filial son.
In the first month of spring, the sun is in Yingshi, the sun is at the middle of the zodiac, and the sun is at the middle of the zodiac. The days are Jia and Yi. The emperor is Dahao, and the god is Jumang. The insect is scale. The note is Jiao, and the musical scale is Dachu. The number is eight. The taste is sour, and the smell is rancid. The sacrifice is offered to the door, and the spleen is sacrificed first.
Yin Zhongwen was a man of great talent, but he did not read very widely. Bo Liang sighed and said, "If Yin Zhongwen had read half as much as Yuan Bao, his talent would be no less than Ban Gu's."
Yu Zhonglang and Wang Pingzi flew in a flying geese formation.
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