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All stories are nothing but love

The Master said: "The virtue of ghosts and gods is so great? You can see them but not see them, you can hear them but not hear them, you can feel things but not miss them, and make people all over the world wear bright and beautiful clothes to carry out sacrifices. It is as if they are above them and on their left and right. The Book of Songs says: 'The thoughts of the gods are beyond measure! How can they be shot!' The subtle is revealed, and the sincerity cannot be concealed."

Mr. Fu's pursuit of his wife failed again

Urban Supreme System

Burning wood in Taitan is a sacrifice to heaven; burying in Taizhe is a sacrifice to the earth; using a calf. Burying a young cattle in Taizhao is a sacrifice to the time; being close to the Kantan is a sacrifice to cold and heat. The royal palace is a sacrifice to the sun; the night light is a sacrifice to the moon; the Youzong is a sacrifice to the stars; the Yuzong is a sacrifice to floods and droughts; the four Kantans are sacrifices to the four seasons. Mountains, forests, rivers, valleys, hills, clouds that can become wind and rain, and monsters that can be seen are all called gods. Those who have the whole world offer sacrifices to all gods. The princes offer sacrifices to the gods in their own lands, but not if they lose their lands.

Lost Paradise No Tears

The rules of the university are to prevent before it is developed, which is called advance; to do it when it is possible, which is called time; to apply it without overstepping the limit, which is called cautiousness; to observe and learn from each other and learn the good, which is called polishing. These four are the reasons why teaching is flourishing.

I have a property board

Zi Yun: "A gentleman forgives his parents' faults and respects their virtues." The Analects says: "If one does not change his father's way for three years, he can be called filial." Gaozong said: "For three years, he did not speak, and he would complain if he spoke." Zi Yun: "If one obeys orders without anger, gives subtle advice without getting tired, and works hard without complaining, he can be called filial." The Book of Poetry

It's never too late to know each other

Guan Ning and Hua Xin were weeding in the garden together when they saw a piece of gold on the ground. Guan swung his hoe and it looked like a piece of tile or stone, but Hua picked it up and threw it away. They once sat together reading, and someone passed by in a carriage and official robes. Ning continued reading as usual, but Xin put down his book and went out to look. Ning cut the mat and sat on the other side, saying, "You are not my friend."