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Yu Xiao once went out on an expedition to the west and has not returned yet. The woman's mother, Ruan, was Liu Wan'an's wife. She and her daughter went up to the city tower of Anling. Soon Yi returned, riding a fine horse and accompanied by a magnificent carriage. Ruan said to his daughter, "I heard that Yu Lang can ride, how could I meet him?" The woman told Yi, and Yi then opened the procession and rode his horse in the road. After two turns, he fell off his horse to the ground, but he looked calm.
Huan Xuan once climbed up to the southern tower of Jiangling City and said, "I want to write a eulogy for Wang Xiaobo now." He chanted and whistled for a long time, and then began to write. I took a moment to sit and write this eulogy.
In the middle of summer, the sun is in the East Well, the sun sets in the middle of Kang, and the sun rises in the middle of Wei. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Emperor Yan, and its god is Zhurong. Its insect is feathered. Its sound is Zheng, and its rhythm is Ruibin. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove, and the lung is sacrificed first. When the Lesser Heat arrives, mantises are born. Cuckoos begin to sing, and the tongue is silent. The emperor lives in the Mingtang and the Taimiao, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears red clothes, wears red jade, eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and rough. Raise strong and handsome.
A filial son will not obey the dark, will not take on dangerous tasks, for fear of humiliating his parents. While parents are alive, do not allow friends to die. No private property.
Wang Wendu's brother Azhi, evil is not wings, when he was old and no one married him There is a daughter, is not evil, but I am a poor scholar, not suitable with you, want to make Ah Chi marry her.
When Wang Zijing was seriously ill, the Taoist priest wrote a memorial to confess his faults and asked Zijing, "What are the similarities and differences, gains and losses?" Zijing said, "I don't think of anything else, but I remember divorcing the Xi family."
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