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In the last month of spring, the sun is in the stomach, the sunset is in the middle of the seven stars, and the dawn is in the middle of the morning star. It is the day of Jia and Yi. Its emperor is Dahao, and its god is Ju Mang. Its insect is scale. Its sound is Jiao, and its musical scale is Gu Xi. Its number is eight. Its taste is sour, and its smell is rancid. Its offering is to the door, and the first spleen. The tung tree begins to bloom, the field mouse turns into a quail, the rainbow begins to appear, and the duckweed begins to grow. The emperor lives in Qingyang Youge, rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, and wears Cangyu. He eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.

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He came out of the fire

Wang Zijing said: "Going up the Shanyin Road, the mountains and rivers complement each other, making people overwhelmed. In autumn and winter, it is especially difficult to be damaged."

Dragon Slayer

When Ruan Ji's mother died, he enjoyed wine and meat in the presence of King Wen of Jin. Si Li He Zeng was also present and said, "Your Excellency is ruling the world with filial piety, but Ruan Ji is in a state of mourning and is seen drinking and eating meat in front of you. You should exile him overseas to correct the morals." King Wen said, "The successor to the throne is so disgraced, and you cannot share my sorrow. What's the point? Besides, drinking and eating meat when one is ill is a mourning custom!" Ji continued to drink and eat, looking calm.

My Star Lady

When Wang Rong was seven years old, he used to play with other children. Look at the roadside plum trees with many fruits on their branches. All the children rushed to get it, but Rong did not move. When people asked him about it, he replied, "The tree grows by the road and has many fruits. It must be bitter plums." I picked them and found them to be true.

Death, please stay

　　A guest once asked Chen Jifang, "What merits and virtues did your lord Taiqiu have to deserve such high reputation?" Jifang replied, "My lord is like a laurel tree growing on the edge of Mount Tai, which is ten thousand feet high and unfathomably deep. It is moistened by the sweet dew above and moistened by the deep spring below. At that time, how could the laurel tree know the height of Mount Tai and the depth of the deep spring? It didn't know whether it had merits or not!"