中质先锋

The Fire-burning Girl's Cultivation Story

Kuaiji congratulates the student, his knowledge is clear and far-reaching, and his words and actions are polite. It is not only the beauty of the southeast, but also the beauty of the whole country.

The most beautiful poem

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.

The Cute Little Thief's Journey to Another World

Someone asked, "Why do people bury their parents after three days of death?" The answer is: filial sons are sad and resentful when their parents die, so they crawl on the ground and cry, as if they will be resurrected, how can they be taken away and buried. Therefore, it is said that the funeral is held after three days, in order to wait for the body to be reborn. If the body is not reborn after three days, it is also dead. The filial son's heart will also be weakened; the family plan and clothing can also be completed; the distant relatives can also come. Therefore, the sages made a decision to set a three-day ritual system.

After rebirth, he became the pet of his mortal enemy.

It's not too late to love

Someone said to Wang Rong: "Ji Yanzu is as outstanding as a wild crane among chickens." Wang Rong replied: "You have not seen his father!"

Late Love (Part 1)

Duke Zhuang of Lu and the people of Song fought at Chengqiu. Xian Benfu drove the chariot, and Bu Guo was on the right. The horses were frightened and defeated, and the Duke's army was in retreat. The assistant charioteer gave reins. The Duke said, "It's the last divination." Xian Benfu said, "You won't be defeated in the future, but you are defeated now. You are not brave." So he died. The groom was bathing the horse, and a stray arrow hit the white flesh. The Duke said, "It's not his fault." So he wrote a eulogy for him. The scholars started to write eulogies from this time.