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When Sun Chuo first wrote Fu Suichu, he built a house by the ditches and rivers, and said that he saw the point of stopping only when he was satisfied. There is a pine tree planted in front of the room, why do I need to dam it myself? Gao Shiyuan was also a neighbor at the time. He said to Sun: "The pine tree is indeed lovely, but it will never be of any use as a pillar of support." Sun said: "Even if the maple and willow trees can be hugged, what good are they?"
All the clothes, utensils and officials of the four dynasties were used by Lu. Therefore, Lu was the king's ritual, and the world has passed it down for a long time. The monarch and his subjects never killed each other; the rituals, music, criminal laws, politics and customs never changed, and the world thought it was a country with morality. Therefore, the world relied on rituals and music.
Ji Kang was seven feet and eight inches tall, with a very handsome appearance. Someone who saw it exclaimed, "It was solemn and clear, refreshing and clear." Someone else said, "It was solemn and clear, like the wind under a pine tree, high and slow." Shan Gong said, "Ji Shuye was a man who was as independent as a solitary pine tree; when he was drunk, he was like a jade mountain about to collapse."
When Kong Junping was seriously ill, Yu Sikong was sent to Kuaiji to visit him. He asked him about his condition and even shed tears. After Yu got off the bed, Kong said with a sigh: "A real man is about to die, but instead of asking about the way to keep the country and the family safe, he pretends to be a child and asks!" When Yu heard this, he thanked him and asked him to talk.
When Huan Xuanwu died, Huan Nanjun was five years old and the mourning period had just ended. Huan's chariot and cavalry went to see off his former civil and military officials. He pointed to Nanjun and said, "These are all your family's former officials." Xuan responded by weeping loudly, and those around him were moved. The charioteer always looked at his own seat and said, "When Lingbao has grown up, this seat should be returned to him." He loved Ju more than his own son.
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