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Xi Jiabin was very happy when someone compared himself to Fu Jian.
Six rituals: capping, marriage, mourning, sacrifice, hometown, and meeting. Seven teachings: father and son, brothers, husband and wife, monarch and minister, elder and younger, friends, and guests. Eight policies: food, clothing, work, differences, measurement, quantity, number, and system.
People at that time wanted to write a poem about sitting high but failed. Huan Tingwei asked the Duke of Zhou about it, and the Duke of Zhou said, "It can be said to be brilliant." Duke Huan said, "It has a profound spirit."
Xun Zhonglang was in Jingkou. He climbed Beigu and looked at the sea. He said: "Although I haven't seen the three mountains, I feel like soaring to the sky. If I were the emperor of Qin or Han, I would lift my clothes and wet my feet."
In this month, he orders the fishermen to start fishing, and the emperor goes there in person to taste the fish and first offer it to the temple. The ice is just beginning to gather, and the water in the marshes is hard. He orders to take the ice and bring it in. He orders the people to take out five kinds of food. He orders the farmers to plan their farming work, repair the plows and hoes, and prepare the farming tools. He orders the musicians to play together and then stop. He orders the four supervisors to collect firewood and firewood to share with the suburban temples and the hundreds of sacrifices.
Wang and Liu were together in the south of Hangzhou, and had a feast at Huanzi's home. Xie Zhenxi went to the Shangshu's tomb and returned, and cried again three days after the burial. Everyone wanted to take him back, so they first sent a letter, but he still did not agree, but he had already stopped the car. It鈥檚 important, so I鈥檒l go back. Everyone met him outside the door, took his arm and went down, and was able to take off his cap and hat. Halfway through the feast, I realized I was still feeling tired.
Yang Bing served as a military officer of Fujun Army. He died young and had a good reputation. Xiahou Xiaoruo wrote a narration for it, praising and mourning it highly. Yang Quan was the Yellow Gate Minister, and sat beside Jianwen. The emperor asked, "Xiahou Zhan was an outstanding figure in the creation of Yang Bingxu. Who are you? Do you have any descendants?" Quan replied with tears in his eyes, "My late uncle Lingwen was famous at an early age, but he had no heir. Although his name spread throughout the world, his descendants will never be born in this holy world." The emperor sighed for a long time.
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