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Zhi Daolin, Xu, and Xie Shengde gathered at Wang's house. Xie Gu said to everyone: "Today can be called a gathering of Yan. Time cannot be kept, and this gathering is certainly not going to last long. We should talk and chant together to express our feelings." Xu then asked the host if he had Zhuangzi. Just got an article about fisherman. After thanking him for reading the question, he asked the four people to communicate. Zhi Daoling was the first to compose a poem of about 700 words, which was elegant and brilliant in narration, and outstanding in talent and rhetoric, and was praised by everyone. Then the four people sitting there each expressed their thoughts. Xie asked, "Have you all finished speaking?" They all said, "We have exhausted all our words today." Xie felt that it was difficult to speak, so he explained his thoughts himself in more than ten thousand words, with his talent and elegance. It is difficult for him to do it, but he also tries to be ambitious and contented, and everyone around him is annoyed by it. Zhi said to Xie: "You went there once, so you are doing well again."
Wang Jinglun was like his father in appearance and manner, and was appointed as Shizhong. He was also granted the title of Duke Huan, who entered through the main gate. Duke Huan looked at him and said, "The great slave has his own phoenix feathers."
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.
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