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Wang Pingzimai was a talented person in his time and was admired by many people. Whenever he heard Wei Jie's words, he would sigh and fall down.
When floods come, do not offer fish and turtles. If you offer birds, brush their heads; if you keep birds, do not brush them. Those who offer chariots and horses hold the whip and reins, those who offer armor hold the helmet, and those who offer a staff hold the end. Those who offered captives as tribute held their right sleeves. Those who offer millet hold the right contract, and those who offer rice hold the measuring drum. Whoever offers food should hold the sauce. Those who offer land and houses should do so in writing.
Fan Rongqi saw that Xi's super-vulgar feelings were not light, so he said, "Yi, Qi, Nest, Xu, Yiyi is famous. Why bother with the hard work of God and bitterness, and support Wuxie?"
When Gu Changkang returned from Kuaiji, someone asked him about the beauty of the mountains and rivers. Gu said, "Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, thousands of valleys compete for streams, and the vegetation covers them, like clouds and bright clouds."
Wang Ziyou lived in Shanyin. It snowed heavily at night. He woke up, opened the room, and ordered wine to be poured. The sky was bright all around, so I stood up and imitated the poet, reciting Zuo Si's poem to invite hermits. Suddenly I remembered Dai Andao, who was in Shan at that time, so I took a small boat to visit him at night. After walking a night, he finally arrived, but he opened the door without going forward and turned back. When asked why, the king said, "I went out for fun and returned when the fun wore off. Why should I see Dai?"
Yan Ding was good at mourning: when he died, he was anxious as if he wanted to find it but couldn't get it; when he was buried, he looked around as if he wanted to follow but couldn't reach it; after the burial, he sighed as if he couldn't reach it and stopped.
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