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In the dream you are still a dream

King Wen of Jin had great merits and virtues, and he sat at the table with solemnity and respect, worthy of a king. Only Ruan Ji was sitting there, sitting cross-legged, whistling and singing, feeling relaxed and at ease.

The moon crashes into my arms

The king's large coffin is eight inches, the ribs are six inches, and the sill is four inches; the upper minister's large coffin is eight inches, the ribs are six inches; the lower minister's large coffin is six inches, the ribs are four inches, and the scholar's coffin is six inches. The king's inner coffin uses red and green, and uses mixed gold iron; the minister's inner coffin uses dark green, and uses ox bone iron; the scholar does not use green. The king's cover is painted, with three lapels and three bundles; the minister's cover is painted, with two lapels and two bundles; the scholar's cover is not painted, with two lapels and two bundles. The king and the ministers rub their nails; they fill the green; the scholar buries it. The king's funeral uses a sedan chair, which is piled up to the top and painted

Four trees relative

Rebirth of the Ultimate Treasure Mirror

When a relative dies, the chickens and the chickens go barefoot, hold the upper hem, and cry with their hands. The heart of pity and the intention of pain and illness hurt the kidneys, dry the liver and burn the lungs. Water and liquid cannot enter the mouth. No fire is lit for three days, so the neighbors make porridge for him to eat and drink. The grief is in the heart, so the body changes on the outside. The pain and illness are in the heart, so the mouth does not taste good and the body is not comfortable.

Catkins in the wind

Sima Taifu asked Xie Cheqi: "Hui Zi wrote five carts of books, why is there not a single word that touches the profound?" Xie said: "It must be that the wonderful part was not passed on."

Celebrity chat group

In the last month of spring, the sun is in the stomach, the sunset is in the middle of the seven stars, and the dawn is in the middle of the morning star. It is the day of Jia and Yi. Its emperor is Dahao, and its god is Ju Mang. Its insect is scale. Its sound is Jiao, and its musical scale is Gu Xi. Its number is eight. Its taste is sour, and its smell is rancid. Its offering is to the door, and the first spleen. The tung tree begins to bloom, the field mouse turns into a quail, the rainbow begins to appear, and the duckweed begins to grow. The emperor lives in Qingyang Youge, rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, and wears Cangyu. He eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.