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Wang Yifu's wife, the daughter of Guo Taining, was of humble talent but strong-willed. She was insatiable in accumulating wealth and was always meddling in other people's affairs. Yi Fu was worried about it but couldn't stop it. At that time, his fellow villager Li Yang, the governor of Youzhou, was a great hero in the capital, just like Lou Hu of the Han Dynasty, and the Guo family was afraid of him. Yi Fu suddenly advised him against it, and he said, "It's not just me who says you can't do it, Li Yang also says you can't do it." Guo was slightly hurt by this.
Liu Yin said: "People think that the products of the king jing are good, but this person thinks that there should be a cool breeze under the tall pine trees."
There was a morning auspicious event in Lu, but no one sang. Zilu laughed at him. The Master said, "You, you blame others, and never stop? The three-year mourning period is already long." Zilu left, and the Master said, "How long? If it lasts more than a month, it will be good."
Wang Ningzhi thanked his wife for going to the Wang family and looked down upon him. Now that I have returned to the Xie family, I feel very sorry for you. The Grand Tutor comforted him and said, "Wang Lang is the son of Yi Shao. He is not a bad person. Why do you hate him?" He replied, "Among my uncles, there are A Da and Zhong Lang. Among my brothers, there are Feng, Hu, E and Mo. I never expected that there would be Wang Lang in this world!"
In the second month of spring, the sun is in Kui, the evening arc is in the center, and the morning star is in Jianxing. On the first and second days of the month, the emperor is Dahao and the god is Jumang. The insect is scaly. The note is horn, and the musical scale is Jiazhong. The number is eight. The taste is sour and the smell is rancid. The sacrifice is offered to the door and the spleen. The rain begins, the peach begins to bloom, the oriole sings, and the eagle turns into a dove. The emperor lives in the Qingyang Temple, rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, wears Cangyu, eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.
Dai Andao had already strengthened his rule in Dongshan, and his brother wanted to follow suit to stop him. Taifu Xie said, "Why are your ambitions so different?" Dai said, "I cannot bear the worry, but my brother is happy."
During the funeral of Confucius, Gong Xichi wrote a memorial: decorating the coffin and the wall, setting up the bamboo and the shawl, which was Zhou; setting up the Chong, which was Yin; setting up the silk and the flag, which was Xia.
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