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Sun Zijing was talented and was admired by many people when he was young, and he only respected Wang Wuzi. When Wu Zi died, all the famous scholars came to visit him. Zi Jing came later and wept bitterly in front of the corpse, and all the guests shed tears. After crying, he said to the coffin: "You always like me to imitate the sound of a donkey. Now I will do it for you." His voice sounded like his real voice, and all the guests laughed. Sun raised his head and said, "Let your people live and let this man die!"
General Wang wrote to the Prime Minister, praising Yang Lang: "Shiyan is a man of insight and reason, with hidden talents and wise decisions. He is not only a national talent, but also the son of Yang Houhuai. His position and prestige are quite low, but you are worthy of being associated with him."
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!"
Someone looked at the tomb of Yang Hu's father, and he would become the emperor in the future. Hu disliked his words, so he dug up the back of the tomb to destroy its power. The fortune teller stood there and said, "He should be promoted to the third highest official because of a broken arm." Suddenly, Hu fell off his horse and broke his arm, and he was indeed promoted to the highest official.
Yuan Hu was poor when he was young and once worked as a servant carrying rent for others. Xie Zhenxi was traveling by boat. That night the wind was clear and the moon was bright. He heard the sound of passengers reciting poems on a boat on the river bank, which was quite sentimental. The five-character verse he recited was something he had never heard before, and he could not stop admiring it. He immediately sent someone to interrogate him in detail, and it turned out that it was Yuan himself who was reciting the historical poem he had written. Therefore, they wanted each other and were greatly appreciated.
When Duke Zhuang of Lu was buried, the coffin was not brought into the storehouse. After the scholars and officials finished crying, the hemp was not brought in.
The first ten years of a person's life are spent as a child, learning. At twenty, one is weak and then crowned. At thirty, a man is considered strong and has a wife. At forty one is strong and can serve in an official capacity. At fifty, he is called Ai, and he serves as an official. Sixty is called Ji, which means to give instructions. Seventy is considered old, and time for passing on. Eighty or ninety years old is called mao, and seven years old is called dao. Even if the people of dao and mao are guilty, they shall not be punished. A hundred years is called Yi.
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