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When Mr. Lin saw the Changshan of Dongyang, he said, "How smooth and straight it is!"
Wang Yifu had a handsome appearance and was good at talking about profound things. He held the white jade-handled horsehair whisk tail, which was indistinguishable from his hand.
Confucian scholars live in a difficult place, sit up and stand respectfully, speak first and be honest, and act uprightly. They do not compete for the benefits of danger and ease on the road, and do not compete for the harmony of yin and yang in winter and summer. They love death and wait for it, and nourish their bodies and do things. They are like this in their preparation.
Grand Tutor Xie asked his sons and nephews, "Why do you want to make them good when you are involved in other people's affairs?" No one said anything. The charioteer answered, "It's like wanting orchids and jade trees to grow in the courtyard."
Zilu said, "How sad it is to be poor! There is nothing to take care of him when he is alive, and nothing to do with his death." Confucius said, "To eat beans and drink water to the fullest is filial piety; to hide one's head and body, to return to bury without a coffin, and to weigh the property is courtesy."
In the first month of spring, the sun is in Yingshi, the sun is at the middle of the zodiac, and the sun is at the middle of the zodiac. The days are Jia and Yi. The emperor is Dahao, and the god is Jumang. The insect is scale. The note is Jiao, and the musical scale is Dachu. The number is eight. The taste is sour, and the smell is rancid. The sacrifice is offered to the door, and the spleen is sacrificed first.
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.
Zishang did not mourn when his mother died. His disciples asked Zisi, 鈥淒id your ancestors mourn their mothers?鈥 He said, 鈥淵es鈥. 鈥淲hy did you not let Bai mourn?鈥 Zisi said, 鈥淢y ancestors did not lose the way; when the way was high, they followed the way; when the way was low, they followed the way. How could Ji do that? Those who marry Ji are Bai鈥檚 mother; those who do not marry Ji are not Bai鈥檚 mother.鈥 Therefore, the Kong family did not mourn their mothers when their mothers died, starting with Zisi.
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