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Whenever Huan Changshi heard people talking about Lord Shen, he would say, "This man has a long-standing reputation, is well-known by our ancestors, and is also a close friend of our ancestors. It is not appropriate to talk about him."
"Confucian scholars are approachable but not robbed; they can be approached but not forced; they can be killed but not humiliated. Their residence is not lewd, and their food is not humid; their mistakes can be slightly identified but not counted. There are such people who are resolute. Confucians have loyalty and trustworthiness as armor, propriety and righteousness as oars; they act with benevolence and live with righteousness. Even if there is a tyranny, they will not change their position. They are like this in their self-reliance.
Xiahou Zhan finished writing the poem about Zhou and showed it to Pan Anren. Anren said: "This is not only gentle and elegant, but also shows the nature of filial piety and brotherhood." Pan then wrote the Feng poem.
Wang Xiang's mother, Mrs. Zhu, was very respectful to him. There was a plum tree in her home which produced very good fruits, so his mother always asked him to take care of it. Suddenly, a storm came and Xiang hugged the tree and cried. Xiang once slept in a separate bed, and his mother went there and chopped him in secret. When Xiang got up secretly, he chopped off the empty quilt. After returning, he knew that his mother was very sad, so he knelt before her and asked to die. The mother then realized the truth and loved him as her own son.
At the beginning of death, he was full as if he had no end; after the funeral, he was as if he was looking for something but couldn't get it; after the burial, he was as if he was looking for something but couldn't get it. He was trained and sighed, auspicious and vast. Zhulou shot arrows at him again, probably since the battle at Shengxing. The women of Lu who wore their hair in a bun and mourned started from the defeat at the Taiyu.
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