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When Wang Fusi was still young, he went to see Pei Hui. Pei Hui asked him, "Nothingness is the source of all things, but sages are unwilling to talk about it. But Laozi keeps talking about it. Why is that?" Bi said, "Sages embody nothingness, and nothingness cannot be taught. So when they talk about something, they must also talk about something. Laozi and Zhuangzi were not immune to something, and they always taught about what was lacking."
Xiahou Zhan finished writing the poem about Zhou and showed it to Pan Anren. Anren said: "This is not only gentle and elegant, but also shows the nature of filial piety and brotherhood." Pan then wrote the Feng poem.
When Nangong Jiang's wife's aunt died, the Master taught her to wear her hair in a bun, saying, "Don't follow others, don't follow others. The hairpin is made of hazel, one foot long and eight inches in total."
Yang Bing served as a military officer of Fujun Army. He died young and had a good reputation. Xiahou Xiaoruo wrote a narration for it, praising and mourning it highly. Yang Quan was the Yellow Gate Minister, and sat beside Jianwen. The emperor asked, "Xiahou Zhan was an outstanding figure in the creation of Yang Bingxu. Who are you? Do you have any descendants?" Quan replied with tears in his eyes, "My late uncle Lingwen was famous at an early age, but he had no heir. Although his name spread throughout the world, his descendants will never be born in this holy world." The emperor sighed for a long time.
Confucius was an orphan at a young age, and he did not know his tomb. He was buried at the intersection of Wufu. People who saw it all thought it was a funeral. His caution was probably a funeral.
Someone asked the scholar, "What's your old surname? " He answered, "Wu Fujun is the mature and wise king of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Yongchang is the most virtuous man in managing things and has a high reputation in the selection of officials. Yan Zhongbi is the crane singing in Jiugao and the white colt in the empty valley. Gu Yanxian is the zither with eight tones and the dragon with five colors. Zhang Weibao is the lush pine in the cold winter and the ethereal light in the dark night. Lu Shiheng and Shilong are the swans that circle and the drums that are waiting for the hammer. All these gentlemen: use the big pen as a hoe and paper as a fertile field. Use mystery as crops and morality as a good harvest. Use conversation as brilliance and loyalty as treasures. Write articles as brocade and contain the Five Classics as silk. Silent sitting is like a seat and Zhang Yirang is like a curtain. Practice benevolence and righteousness as a house and cultivate morality as a large house."
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.
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