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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.
Whenever a beautiful day came, those who crossed the river would invite each other to Xinting, borrow flowers and have a banquet. Duke Zhou sat down and sighed, "The scenery is the same, but the mountains and rivers are different!" They all looked at each other and shed tears. Only Prime Minister Wang's face changed with sorrow and he said, "We should work together to protect the royal family and recover the divine land. Why should we stand face to face with the prisoners of Chu?"
The great temple is the emperor's Mingtang. The storehouse gate is the emperor's Gaomen. The pheasant gate is the emperor's Yingmen. The sound of the wooden bell in the court is the emperor's policy. The mountain knots and the embroidery, the double eaves of the temple, the scraping of the pillars to reach the countryside, the reverse altar out of the vulture, the high altar Kanggui, and the sparse screens are the emperor's temple decorations.
Zisi's mother died in Wei, and he went to Zisi, and Zisi cried in the temple. When the disciples came, they said, "Shu's mother died, why did you cry in Confucius' temple?" Zisi said, "I was wrong, I was wrong." Then he cried in another room.
Wang Ziyou and Zijing were both seriously ill, but Zijing died first. Ziyou asked his attendants, "Why haven't we heard any news? He is already dead!" He showed no sadness at all when he spoke. They asked for a sedan chair and came to the funeral, but did not cry. Zijing had always loved the zither, so he went straight in and sat on the coffin, took out Zijing's zither and played it. When the strings were out of tune, he threw it to the ground and said, "Zijing! Zijing! Both you and the zither are gone." He was in grief for a long time, and died more than a month later.
Liu Yin, Jiang Yu, Wang Shuhu, and Sun Xinggong sat together. Jiang and Wang had a light color.
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