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Liu Kun was good at recruiting people but poor at controlling them. Although several thousand people surrendered in one day, the same thing happened to those who fled and scattered. So in the end nothing was built.
Zheng Xuan wanted to annotate the Spring and Autumn Annals, but had not yet finished it. On his way, he and Fu Zishen met each other and stayed in a guest house. They had not met before. Fu was in the carriage outside and told him about his annotations. Xuan listened for a long time and found most of the ideas he had. Xuan got on the carriage and said to Fu, "I have wanted to annotate it for a long time, but I haven't finished it yet. From what you said just now, I found that most of your comments are in line with mine. Now I will tell you all my comments." Then he annotated it for Fu.
The way of sincerity can predict the future. When a country is about to rise, there must be auspicious signs; when a country is about to fall, there must be evil. See the turtle and move the four limbs. When disaster and blessing are about to come, good will know it in advance; bad will know it in advance. Therefore, sincerity is like a god.
Zhang Jiying was appointed as the Eastern Cao official by King Qi. When he was in Luoyang, he saw the autumn wind rising and thought of the mushroom and vegetable soup and sea bass sashimi in Wu. He said, "It is important to be comfortable in life. Why should I travel thousands of miles to seek fame and title!" So he ordered his carriage to return. Soon the King of Qi was defeated, and people at that time all said that it was a sign of good fortune.
In bad years, when the harvest is poor, the king does not offer lungs for dinner, the horses do not eat grain, the roads are not cleared, and the sacrifices are not hung. The ministers do not eat millet, and the scholars do not enjoy drinking.
Yin Zhongjun asked: "People naturally have no intention of accepting the offer. Why are there so few righteous people and so many evil people?" No one said anything. Liu Yin replied, 鈥淚t is like writing water on the ground. It flows freely in all directions without any square or round shape.鈥 He was amazed at the moment and thought that his name was well-known.
In the first month of summer, the sun is in Bi, the sun sets in Yizhong, and the sun rises in Wunuzhong. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Yandi, and its god is Zhurong. Its insect is feather. Its note is Zheng, and its rhythm is Zhongl眉. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove god, and its lung is sacrificed. Crickets chirp, earthworms come out, king melons grow, and bitter herbs bloom. The emperor lives in the left side of the Mingtang, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears a red robe, and wears red jade. He eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and rough.
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