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Gu Changkang worshipped Huan Xuanwu's tomb and composed a poem: "The mountains collapsed and the seas dried up, where will the fish and birds go?" Someone asked him: "You relied on Huan so much, can you see your crying?" Gu said: "My nose is like a wide wind, and my eyes are like a river bursting." Someone else said: "My voice is like thunder that breaks the mountain, and my tears are like a river pouring into the sea."
Yang Changhe was knowledgeable, good at calligraphy, riding, shooting, and playing Go. Most of the descendants of Yang were knowledgeable in books, but they were not good at archery and chess.
Zengzi said: "At the grave of a friend, there is old grass, but no one should cry."
Huan Xuanwu and Xi Chao discussed the extermination of court officials. After the terms were finalized, they stayed together that night. The next morning, he got up and called Xie An and Wang Tanzhi in, and threw the memorial to them. Xi was still in the tent, Xie Du was speechless, and Wang threw it back, saying: Too much! Xuanwu took the pen to put it away, but Xi secretly talked to Xuanwu from inside the tent without realizing it. Xie Han smiled and said: "Xi Sheng can be said to be a guest in the curtain."
When Pan Yangzhong saw Wang Dun as a child, he said to him, "Your bee eyes have been revealed, but your jackal cry has not yet been heard. You will surely be able to eat people, and you will also be eaten by people.
Zhi Zhan once served as the governor of four counties, the assistant military officer of the General's Household Department, and was later appointed as the Internal Historian at the age of 29. Once, Wang Dun said to Zhan: "You are not even thirty years old, but you have already become a magistrate, which is too young." Zhan said: "Compared to the general, I am too young; compared to Gan Luo, I am already too old."
When Xie E was young, he liked to hold a purple silk sachet and hang it over his hand. The Grand Tutor was worried about it, but did not want to offend him, so he made a bet and burned it as soon as he could.
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.
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