周润发林青霞电影

A bowl of noodles

When Shusun Wushu's mother died, after the small coffin was buried, the person who carried it out of the house, stripped bare, and threw down his hat and tied his hair. Ziyou said, "You know the ritual." When the lord is supported, the fortune teller supports the right, and the archer supports the left; when the lord dies, it is carried out in this way.

Xianxia Journey

Xun Minghe and Lu Shilong had not met each other before, and both met Zhang Maoxian and sat down. Zhang Ling spoke together. Since he has great talent, we should not treat him as an ordinary person. Lu raised his hand and said, "The cloud is Lu Shilong." Xun replied, "Xun Minghe is under the sun." Lu said, "Now that you have seen the white pheasant through the blue sky, why don't you draw your bow and shoot arrows?" Xun replied, "I thought the cloud dragon was strong, it must be a mountain deer or wild elk. The beast is weak and the crossbow is strong, so the shot is slow." Zhang clapped his hands and laughed.

A lifetime is not enough

Shooting is the way of benevolence. When shooting, you should seek to correct yourself. After you have corrected yourself, you can shoot. If you shoot and miss, you should not blame the one who beat you, but look for the reason in yourself. Confucius said: "A gentleman has nothing to contend with, so he must shoot! He bows and yields before ascending, and drinks after bowing. His contest is that of a gentleman."

Ms. Gu, please stay.

Gu Changkang is good at drawing human figures. He wanted to capture Yin Jingzhou, but Yin said, "I am ugly, so don't bother me." Gu said, "You are the eyes of the wise magistrate. Just point out the boy and use flying white brush to make it look like a light cloud covering the sun."

People are lonelier than sparse flowers

When Wei Jie was a child, he asked Le Ling about his "dream", and Le Ling replied, "It's just thinking." Wei said, "If you dream about something that is not connected between your body and your spirit, how can it be imagination?" Le said, "It is cause. I have never dreamed of riding a car into a rat hole, or pounding vegetables with an iron pestle. This is because there is no imagination and no cause." Wei thought about the "cause" for several days but could not find one, and thus he fell ill. I was pleased to hear it, so I ordered my driver to analyze it. Wei is slightly worse. Le sighed and said, "This child must not have any serious illness in his chest!"

Kill that president.