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Don't give me any electricity, I'm an insulator

Invite the guest, "Throw it in order. If the two throws are not released, the winner will drink. After the cup is served, please set up a horse for the winner. One horse follows two horses. After three horses are set up, please celebrate with more horses." The host asked the host to do the same.

The wife is sent to the door, and the president is addicted to her

A filial son must think about things in advance when he is about to offer sacrifices; he must prepare things in advance; he must be empty in order to manage them. After the palace is built, the walls and houses are built, and all the things are ready, the husband and wife take a bath together, wear the best clothes and flatter to offer the sacrifices. It is clear and orderly, as if he cannot overcome it or will lose it. Isn't this the deepest filial piety! The offerings and sacrifices are presented, the rituals and music are arranged, and the officials are prepared. Then they are presented with respect and respect. Then they are explained to the gods and spirits, so that they may be worshipped. "Maybe they may be worshipped" is the aspiration of the filial son. When the filial son offers sacrifice, he should be sincere and sincere, trustworthy and trustworthy, respectful and respectful, and ceremonial without going beyond the limit. He must be respectful when he advances and retreats, as if he were obeying orders from his parents, so that he may be ordered. The filial son's sacrifice is understandable. When he stands, he is respectful and humble, when he advances, he is respectful and happy, and when he offers, he is respectful and eager; when he retreats and stands, he is as if he is about to receive an order; when he has finished and retreats, he has a look of respect and courtesy on his face. When the filial son offers sacrifice, if he stands without bowing, he is stubborn; when he advances without happiness, he is distant; when he offers without desire, he does not love; when he retreats and stands, he is not as good as if he were ordered, he is arrogant; when he has finished and retreats, he has no look of respect and courtesy, and he has forgotten his origin. If he offers sacrifice in this way, he has failed. A filial son who has deep love must have a harmonious temperament; a harmonious temperament must have a happy expression; a happy expression must have a gentle expression. A filial son is like holding a jade, like offering a fullness, and is full of it, as if he cannot win, as if he is about to lose it. Sternness, dignity, and solemnity are not the way to serve one's parents, but the way to become an adult.

Blowing out the lights and tilling the fields

Counter-Strike

Someone compared Wang Zhonglang to a charioteer. The charioteer heard about it and said, "He is a master at this."

Breaking the Heavens

Therefore, the ruler of Lu, in the first month of spring, rides on a large road, carrying a bow and a shawl; the flag has twelve tassels, the pattern of the sun and the moon; he offers sacrifice to the emperor in the suburbs, and is paired with Houji. This is the ritual of the emperor. In the sixth month of the last month of summer, he offers sacrifice to Zhou Gong in the Grand Temple with a sacrifice ceremony, using a white roe as the sacrificial animal; using a sacrificial urn like a sacrificial xiangshan lei; using a yellow-eyed urn; using a jade jar and a large gui as the pouring pot; using a jade bean carved with a bamboo basket; using a jade jar, also carved, with a bi and a bi corner; using a zhu zi as the sacrificial offering; singing "Qingmiao" as the rising song, and playing "Xiang" as the lower song; wearing a red stem and jade qi, and dancing "Dawu" with a crown; wearing a leather hat and a white pile, and dancing "Daxia" with a sash. "Mei" is the music of the Eastern Yi; "Ren" is the music of the Southern Man. Accepting the music of the Yi and Man in the Grand Temple means expanding Lu's influence over the world.

Mysterious husband, domineering love

Zhang Cangwu was the ancestor of Zhang Ping. He once said to Ping’s father, “I am not as good as you.” Ping’s father did not understand why. Cangwu said, "You have a beautiful son." Ping was a few years old at that time. He put his hands together and said, "Old man, how can you tease your father with your son?"