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Our fleeting years are a warm wound

Longevity is called death, and premature death is called misfortune.

Campus Master

Sun Zijing took off her wife's mourning clothes and composed a poem to show Wang Wuzi. Wang said: "I don't know that literature is born from emotion and emotion is born from literature. Reading this makes me sad and increases the love between husband and wife."

Smart boy and foolish girl

Yin Zhongjun was an expert at understanding the meridians, but he became useless in middle age. There was a messenger who was always there, but he suddenly kowtowed and bled. Hao asked why? He said, "There is a matter of death that cannot be told." After a long questioning, he finally said, "My mother is nearly a hundred years old and has been ill for a long time. If the officials can find her pulse, there will be a chance of survival. Then I will kill her without any regrets." Moved by his sincerity, he had her carried in, and he took her pulse and prescribed medicine. After taking one dose of soup, he recovered. So all the classics were burned.

Whose heaven and earth are worthy of?

Urban Desire

Xun Zhonglang was in Jingkou. He climbed Beigu and looked at the sea. He said: "Although I haven't seen the three mountains, I feel like soaring to the sky. If I were the emperor of Qin or Han, I would lift my clothes and wet my feet."

Seven Treasures Necklace

Duke Dai went out from the east, and Taifu Xie went to see him. Xie Ben wore it lightly, and only met him to discuss musical instrument and books. Dai was not stingy and his discussion of the zither and calligraphy became even better. Xie Youran knew his capacity.