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When Wang Youjun was young, the Prime Minister said, "Why did Yi Shao become less powerful than Wan'an?"
The etiquette for being a son is: be warm in winter and cool in summer, be alert at dusk and check on others in the morning, and do not argue with the ugly and the barbaric.
When Xie Wan went on the northern expedition, he often whistled and sang to show off his superiority, and never tried to comfort his soldiers. Xie Gong loved Wan very much, but he knew that he would definitely fail, so he went with him. Congrong said to Wan: "You are the marshal, you should invite the generals to banquets more often to win their hearts." Wan followed his advice. He summoned all the generals, but none of them said anything. He just pointed at the four people sitting around him and said, "You are all strong soldiers." The generals were very angry. In order to express his gratitude and trust, Mr. Xie personally visited everyone from the captain of the army to the commander-in-chief and expressed his sincere gratitude. When everything went wrong, the army wanted to get rid of him. He then said, "I should become a hermit." So fortunately he was spared.
Xi Sikong had a slave in his family who was knowledgeable about literature and had an interest in everything. Wang Youjun praised it to Liu Yin. Liu asked, "How is he compared to Fang Hui?" Wang said, "This is exactly what I want to do! Why compare him to Fang Hui?" Liu said, "If he is not as good as Fang Hui, he is just a slave!"
The person who ordered the wine was poured, said, "Please serve the wine." The person who poured the wine said, "Yes." Those who were supposed to drink all knelt down to offer the wine, and said, "Pour it." The winner knelt down and said, "Respectfully raise it."
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.
Yang Fu wrote a poem in praise of snow, which said: "It is transformed by the purity and diffused by the air. When it encounters an image, it can be bright, and when it is pure, it becomes radiant." Huan Yin then wrote on the fan.
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