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Yu Zhongchu finished writing the Yangdu Fu and presented it to Yu Liang. Liang, with the feeling of being a relative, greatly appreciated its reputation and said: "It is worthy of three or two capitals, and four or three metropolises." Everyone competed to copy it, and paper became expensive in the capital. Master Xie said: "No. This is like building a house under a house. If you try to learn everything, you will still be frugal and narrow."
"Confucians do not serve the emperor above, nor do they serve the princes below; they are cautious and calm, and they value tolerance. They are strong and resolute in dealing with others, and they are knowledgeable and know how to obey. They are close to literature and sharpen their integrity. Even if the country is divided as a penny, they will not serve. This is their rule.
When Lu Wan was appointed Sikong, someone came to him and asked for good wine. When he got it, he stood up, dropped his chopsticks on the ground between the beams and pillars, and said, "There is a lack of talent in the world, so I use you as a pillar. Please don't destroy the pillars of others." He joked, "I will take your good advice."
After Xie Zhonglang was defeated in Shouchun, he still asked for the jade stirrup before fleeing. When the Grand Tutor was in the army, he did not say anything about gain or loss. I still said, "Why should we bother with this now?"
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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