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Three Gods Record

When Bian Fan was the prefect of Danyang, Yang Fu returned temporarily from Nanzhou and went to Bian Xu, saying, "I am too ill to sit." Bian then opened the tent and brushed the mattress. Yang went straight to the big bed, got into the quilt and pillow. Bian Hui sat and looked around, moving the morning towards Damo. After the sheep left, Bian Yu said, "I have expected you to do the right thing, so please don't let me down."

Goodbye, the summer of creeper

In the last month of winter, the sun is in the constellation of the goddess of the moon, the sun sets in the middle of the sky, and the sun rises in the middle of the sky. The days are Ren and Gui. Its emperor is Zhuanxu, and its god is Xuanming. Its insect is shellfish. Its sound is feather, and the musical scale is Dalü. Its number is six. Its taste is salty, and its smell is rotten. Its ritual is to offer sacrifice to the ancestors' kidneys. The geese fly north, and the magpies begin to nest. Pheasants crow, and chickens lay eggs. The emperor lives in the right side of the Xuan Hall. He rides on a dark road, drives a black horse, carries a dark flag, wears black clothes, and wears dark jade. He eats millet and pork, and his utensils are large and sharp. He orders the officials to sacrifice cattle and dig up cattle in case of major disasters to drive away the cold. The birds of war are fierce and fierce. He then completes the sacrifices to the mountains and rivers, as well as the emperor's ministers and the gods of the emperor.

The little cookie who dressed up as a sick boss

I don't know the person next to me

Light Years

In ancient times, both the noble and the humble used sticks. When Shusun Wushu went to court, he saw a wheelman using a stick to lock the hub and pull the wheel. So there was a cane and then a stick. Chiseling a towel with rice was done by Gongyang Jia.

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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."