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In the first month of autumn, the sun is in Yi, the sun sets at the center of the star Jian, and the sun rises at the center of Bi. The days are Geng and Xin. Its emperor is Shaohao, and its god is Rushou. Its insect is Mao. Its tone is Shang, and the rhythm is Yi Ze. Its number is nine. Its taste is pungent, and its smell is fishy. Its sacrifice is at the gate, and the liver is sacrificed. The cool wind arrives, the white dew falls, and the cicadas sing. The eagle is sacrificed to the bird, and the slaughter begins. The emperor lives in the left side of the general chapter, rides on the military road, drives a white camel, carries a white flag, wears a white robe, and wears white jade. He eats hemp and dog, and his utensils are thin and deep.
The Master said: "The moderation is the highest! Few people can keep it for long!"
Xie Zhonglang was Wang Lantian's son-in-law. He once wore a white silk scarf and went to Yangzhou to listen to the king's affairs. He said frankly: "People say that you are stupid, but you believe that you are stupid." Lantian said: "It is true that there is no such opinion, but it is too late."
Zengzi and his guests stood by the door, and his followers hurried out. Zengzi asked, "Where are you going?" He said, "My father died, and I will go out to cry in the alley." He said, "I will go back and cry next to you." Zengzi faced north and mourned.
Zhang Zhan liked to plant pine and cypress trees in front of his study. Whenever Yuan Shansong went out for a trip, he would always ask his attendants to compose elegies. People at that time said, "The body was laid out under Zhang's house, and the funeral was held on Yuan's road."
When Confucius passed by the side of Mount Tai, a woman was crying at a grave. Confucius stood up and listened to her. He asked Zilu to ask her, "Your crying seems to be deeply worried." She said, "Yes, my uncle died of a tiger in the past, my husband also died there, and now my son has died there too." The Master asked, "Why don't you leave?" She said, "No harsh government." The Master said, "My boy, you know it. Harsh government is more fierce than a tiger."
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