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After Wang Runan took off his birth mourning clothes, he stopped at the tomb. Whenever my brother's son Ji came to pay respect to the tomb, he would never visit my uncle, and my uncle would not wait for him either. When the time for Ji Tuo passes, only the cold and fever will be stopped. Later, he asked Ji about recent events and his answers were very meaningful, which surprised Ji and made him extremely disappointed and shocked. Still talking, creating a clear and subtle world. Jixian had no respect for his father-in-law or nephew, so when he heard his words, he was frightened and his heart and body were solemn. So we stayed and talked all day and night. Although Ji was handsome, he thought he was lacking, so he sighed and said, "There is a famous person in my family, but I didn't know about him for thirty years!" When Ji left, his uncle saw him off to the door. Ji Congqi had a horse, which was extremely difficult to ride and few people could ride it. Ji Liao asked Shu: "Do you like riding?" Shu replied: "Yes, I do." Ji then asked Shu to ride a difficult horse. Shu had a wonderful figure and could turn the whip like a spiral. No famous rider could surpass him. Ji Yi sighed that it was hard to predict and it was not just one thing. After returning, Hun asked Ji, "Why did you travel for so many days?" Ji said, "I just met my uncle." Hun asked why. Ji Ju sighed and said this. Hun said, "How about me?" Ji said, "Ji is better than you." Whenever Emperor Wu met Ji, he would tease him by saying, "Is your fool uncle dead?" Ji always had no answer. After getting Shu, Emperor Wu asked again as before. Ji said, "My uncle is not stupid." He praised his true beauty. The emperor asked, "Who can compare to him?" Ji said, "Below Shan Tao, and above Wei Shu." Thus he became famous. At the age of 28, he began his official career.

This Pokémon is too violent.

Zhongni was at a banquet, and Zi Zhang, Zi Gong, and Yan were there to accompany him. They talked about etiquette. The Master said: “Stop! I will tell you three about etiquette and let you go around with etiquette to cover everything.” Zi Gong crossed the mat and replied: “May I ask how it goes? ”The Master said, “Respect without following the rules of propriety is called wildness; respect without following the rules of propriety is called servility; courage without following the rules of propriety is called rebellion.” The Master said, “Serving others takes away kindness and benevolence.” The Master said, “Master, you are too much; and Shang is not as good as that. Zichan is like the mother of all people, who can feed them but cannot teach them.” Zigong crossed the table and replied, “May I ask what you will do to achieve this middle point?” The Master said, “Ritual! Rituals are used to set the middle point.”

Milky morning

In the last month of summer, the sun is in the willow, the fire is in the dusk, and the Kui is in the morning. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Yan Emperor, and its god is Zhurong. Its insects are feathers. Its sound is Zheng, and its rhythm is Lin Zhong. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove and the lungs. The warm wind begins to arrive, crickets live on the wall, eagles learn, and rotten grass becomes fireflies. The emperor resides in the right side of Mingtang, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears a red robe, and wears red jade. He eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and coarse. He orders fishermen to kill dragons and catch alligators, and climb turtles and catch sea turtles. He orders marsh people to collect wood and reeds.

Mixed joys of youth

Rebirth of the Pentium Era

Those who are worried sit on the side, and those who are mourning sit on their own seat.

Half city, half prosperous

They seek but cannot find him, they enter the door but cannot see him, they go up to the hall but cannot see him, they enter the room but cannot see him. He is gone, he is dead! He can never be seen again! Therefore, they cry and dance, and stop when they have exhausted their grief. Their hearts are sad and sorrowful, they are confused and angry, their hearts are broken and their wills are sad. They offer sacrifices to the ancestral temples and offer sacrifices to the ghosts, hoping that they will return.