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Shan Gong was highly regarded in the court and even when he was over seventy years old, he still knew how to manage the current affairs. Guisheng is young, like He, Pei, Wang and others, and they all talk and chant together. There is an inscription on the pillar of the pavilion: "To the east of the pavilion, there is a big ox, He Jiaoyang, Pei Kaiqiu, and Wang Ji are so angry that they can't rest." Some say: Pan Ni built it.
Some people think that Fang Xie Renzu did not respect him enough. Grand Marshal Huan said: "Don't take it lightly, my lords, King Injo stood on his feet and played the pipa under the north window, so he had the idea of being a real person in the sky."
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!"
They seek but cannot find him, they enter the door but cannot see him, they go up to the hall but cannot see him, they enter the room but cannot see him. He is gone, he is dead! He can never be seen again! Therefore, they cry and dance, and stop when they have exhausted their grief. Their hearts are sad and sorrowful, they are confused and angry, their hearts are broken and their wills are sad. They offer sacrifices to the ancestral temples and offer sacrifices to the ghosts, hoping that they will return.
Sikong Gu He was having a conversation with the wise men of the time. Zhang Xuanzhi and Gu Fu, the grandson of the middle-aged man and the grandson of the great-grandson, both seven years old, were playing beside the bed. When he heard the words, his expression seemed to be irrelevant. Sleeping under the lamp, the two children narrated the host's words, without missing anything. Gu Gong crossed the table and lifted his ear, saying: "I never thought that a declining clan would revive this treasure."
Liver and radish: Take a dog liver, wrap it, and roast it with radish. When it is burnt, the radish will not stick to it. Take rice and simmer it with porridge. Cut the wolf fat into small pieces and mix it with the rice to make wine.
When Duke Huan of the Han Dynasty was on his northern expedition and passed through Jincheng, he saw the willows he had planted when he was in Langya, all of which were ten feet in circumference. He sighed and said, "If trees are like this, how can people bear it!" He climbed up the branches and held onto the twigs, tears streaming down his face.
Wang Ziyou went to see Mr. Xie and asked, "What is a seven-character poem?" Ziyou answered, "It is as majestic as a colt that can run a thousand miles, and as light as a duck in the water."
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