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Eternal Life Monument

The host pays the guest to the door, the song ends three times, and the host offers it; the sheng enters three times, and the host offers it; the interlude ends three times, and the music ends three times. The musician announces that the music is ready, and then leaves. One person raises the cup, and then the Sizheng stands there, knowing that he can harmonize the music without drifting.

I am the goddess of all people

They seek but cannot find him, they enter the door but cannot see him, they go up to the hall but cannot see him, they enter the room but cannot see him. He is gone, he is dead! He can never be seen again! Therefore, they cry and dance, and stop when they have exhausted their grief. Their hearts are sad and sorrowful, they are confused and angry, their hearts are broken and their wills are sad. They offer sacrifices to the ancestral temples and offer sacrifices to the ghosts, hoping that they will return.

Where are you going, my man?

Great Power High-Tech

　　When Fan Xuan was eight years old, he was picking vegetables in the back garden and accidentally injured his finger and started crying loudly. Someone asked, "Are you in pain?" He replied, "It's not pain, I just dare not damage my body or hair, that's why I'm crying!" Xuan Jie was a frugal person, so when Han Yuzhang gave him a hundred pieces of silk, he refused to accept them. He reduced the amount by fifty pieces, but still refused to accept it. In this way, he reduced it by half, until it reached one horse, but he never accepted it again. The Queen of Han was riding in the same carriage with Fan. The Queen cut two feet of flesh in the carriage and gave it to Fan, saying, "Would anyone rather let his wife be without a scarf?" Fan laughed and accepted it.

My phone is connected to the underworld

Yin Zhongwen was a man of great talent, but he did not read very widely. Bo Liang sighed and said, "If Yin Zhongwen had read half as much as Yuan Bao, his talent would be no less than Ban Gu's."

Male pet is difficult to love

In ancient times, people wore deep clothes, and there was a system to correspond to the rules, squares, ropes, scales, and balances.