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Yuzhang prefect Gu Shao was Yong鈥檚 son. When Shao died in the county, Yong Sheng gathered his subordinates and played Go by himself. A letter from outside arrived, but there was no letter from the child. Although his expression remained unchanged, he understood the reason. He pinched his palm with his claws and blood stained the mattress. After the guests had left, Fang sighed and said, "I am no longer as high as Yanling, so how can I be held responsible for losing my sight?" Then he let go of his sorrow and looked calm.
Wang and Liu were together in the south of Hangzhou, and had a feast at Huanzi's home. Xie Zhenxi went to the Shangshu's tomb and returned, and cried again three days after the burial. Everyone wanted to take him back, so they first sent a letter, but he still did not agree, but he had already stopped the car. It鈥檚 important, so I鈥檒l go back. Everyone met him outside the door, took his arm and went down, and was able to take off his cap and hat. Halfway through the feast, I realized I was still feeling tired.
People at that time said of Ruan Sikuang: "He is not as strong as Youjun in spirit, not as elegant as Zhenchang, not as graceful as Zhongzu, not as thoughtful as Yuanyuan, but he has the beauty of all of them."
He Pingshu had a handsome appearance and a very fair face; Emperor Ming of Wei suspected that he was wearing too much powder. In the middle of summer, eat hot soup noodles. After eating, he broke out in a sweat and wiped himself with his red clothes, and his complexion became brighter.
Huan Xuan once climbed up to the southern tower of Jiangling City and said, "I want to write a eulogy for Wang Xiaobo now." He chanted and whistled for a long time, and then began to write. I took a moment to sit and write this eulogy.
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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