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The glory of the common people

Zhi Daolin, Xu, and Xie Shengde gathered at Wang's house. Xie Gu said to everyone: "Today can be called a gathering of Yan. Time cannot be kept, and this gathering is certainly not going to last long. We should talk and chant together to express our feelings." Xu then asked the host if he had Zhuangzi. Just got an article about fisherman. After thanking him for reading the question, he asked the four people to communicate. Zhi Daoling was the first to compose a poem of about 700 words, which was elegant and brilliant in narration, and outstanding in talent and rhetoric, and was praised by everyone. Then the four people sitting there each expressed their thoughts. Xie asked, "Have you all finished speaking?" They all said, "We have exhausted all our words today." Xie felt that it was difficult to speak, so he explained his thoughts himself in more than ten thousand words, with his talent and elegance. It is difficult for him to do it, but he also tries to be ambitious and contented, and everyone around him is annoyed by it. Zhi said to Xie: "You went there once, so you are doing well again."

Girl, I'll give you a smile

Han Kangbo and Xie Xuan did not have a deep relationship. After Xuan's expedition to the north, people on the street suspected that he would not be able to recover. Kang Bo said, "This man loves fame, so he must be good at fighting." Xuan was very angry when he heard this, and often said in front of the crowd with a stern face, "A man who leads a thousand soldiers into a deadly situation to serve his lord and parents should not talk about fame anymore."

The Great Dream of Mountains and Seas: Listening to the Sounds of Everything

A minister chooses a house and a burial date, and an official makes hemp clothes, cloth mourning clothes, and cloth belts, and mourning shoes. The black cloth cap is not frilly. The fortune teller wears a leather cap. If the divination is to be done, the historian wears a long cap and long clothes to divinate. The fortune teller wears court clothes. At the funeral of a senior official, a horse is offered. The horse offerer cries and dances, then goes out to make offerings and read. At the funeral of a senior official, the senior clan member looks at the deceased, and the junior clan member asks the tortoise shell to be made by the fortune teller. The princes wear the robe of paulownia and the robe of lords, and the ladies wear the robe of yudi, and the didi wears the white sand. The wives wear the robe of juyi, paulownia, and white sand. The junior officials wear the robe of jian, and the rest are like the scholars. Go up west again . The officials are not to be strangled, but belong to the pond. The officials are attached to the scholars, the scholars are not attached to the officials, but to the brothers of the officials. If there are no brothers, then they follow the order of their ancestors. Even if the king's parents are still alive, it is still the same. The wife is attached to the concubine of her husband, if there is no concubine, then she also follows the concubine of her ancestors. The concubine is attached to the concubine's aunt, if there is no concubine, then she also follows the concubine of her ancestors. A man is attached to the king's father, then he is a match; a woman is attached to the king's mother, then she is not a match. A prince is attached to a prince. When the king dies, the great The title of a son is "Zi", and he is treated like a lord.

Dangerous work

Your Highness, please treat everyone equally.

Duke Zhuang of Lu and the people of Song fought at Chengqiu. Xian Benfu drove the chariot, and Bu Guo was on the right. The horses were frightened and defeated, and the Duke's army was in retreat. The assistant charioteer gave reins. The Duke said, "It's the last divination." Xian Benfu said, "You won't be defeated in the future, but you are defeated now. You are not brave." So he died. The groom was bathing the horse, and a stray arrow hit the white flesh. The Duke said, "It's not his fault." So he wrote a eulogy for him. The scholars started to write eulogies from this time.

Mo Xiaolai's happy life

Yang Fu wrote a poem in praise of snow, which said: "It is transformed by the purity and diffused by the air. When it encounters an image, it can be bright, and when it is pure, it becomes radiant." Huan Yin then wrote on the fan.