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Someone compared Wang Zhonglang to a charioteer. The charioteer heard about it and said, "He is a master at this."
Huan Xuanwu's memorial said: "Xie Shang was wise and upright, and won the people's praise at a young age."
When Wei Xima was about to cross the river, he looked miserable and said to his attendants, "Seeing this vast expanse of land, I feel overwhelmed with emotions. If I still have feelings, who can stop me from feeling this way?"
The son of a good blacksmith must learn to make fur coats; the son of a good archer must learn to make winnowing baskets; the beginner must do the opposite, with the chariot in front of the horse. A gentleman who observes these three things can be determined to study.
When Wei Jie first crossed the Yangtze River, he met General Wang. Because he was sitting at night, the general ordered Xie Youyu. When Jie saw Xie, he was so pleased that he no longer paid any attention to the king, and they talked in silence until dawn. The king was not able to enjoy the night. Jie was always weak and was always forbidden by his mother. That evening, he suddenly became seriously ill and never got up again.
When Emperor Yuan was in a meeting, he called Prime Minister Wang to sit on the imperial bed. Prime Minister Wang refused firmly, and Emperor Zhongzong made it even more painful for him to do so. The prince said: "If the sun were to shine with all things, how could the ministers look up to it?"
Wang Ziyou and Zijing were both seriously ill, but Zijing died first. Ziyou asked his attendants, "Why haven't we heard any news? He is already dead!" He showed no sadness at all when he spoke. They asked for a sedan chair and came to the funeral, but did not cry. Zijing had always loved the zither, so he went straight in and sat on the coffin, took out Zijing's zither and played it. When the strings were out of tune, he threw it to the ground and said, "Zijing! Zijing! Both you and the zither are gone." He was in grief for a long time, and died more than a month later.
Aunt Han Kang, the hidden ancient Ji was destroyed, Bian Ju saw Ji was ugly and wanted to replace it. He replied, "If I had not hidden this, how could you have seen the ancient artifacts?"
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