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Chen Lindao is on the west bank, and all the people in the city want to meet at Niuzhu. The arguments are so good that people want to discuss them together. Chen Yiruyi propped his cheek up, looked at Jilong Mountain and sighed, "Sun Bofu's ambitions have not been fulfilled!" So he couldn't sit still and talk.
When Duke Huan was in Jingzhou, he wanted to influence the Jiang and Han rivers with his virtue, and was ashamed to use power and punishment to subdue people. The official was being beaten with a stick and was passing over the red-clothed man. Huan Shi was young and came from outside. He said, "I just passed by your Excellency and saw the clerk receiving a stick. The upper part touched the root of the cloud and the lower part touched the ground." His intention was not to criticize. Duke Huan said, "I am still worried about its severity."
The great temple is the emperor's Mingtang. The storehouse gate is the emperor's Gaomen. The pheasant gate is the emperor's Yingmen. The sound of the wooden bell in the court is the emperor's policy. The mountain knots and the embroidery, the double eaves of the temple, the scraping of the pillars to reach the countryside, the reverse altar out of the vulture, the high altar Kanggui, and the sparse screens are the emperor's temple decorations.
Then the bald people do not strip, the hunchbacks do not bare, and the lame people do not jump, not because they are not sad; if the body is sick, it is not suitable for the ritual. Therefore, it is said: the funeral ceremony is mainly about mourning. Women cry and mourn, beat their chests and feel sad; men cry and mourn, bow their heads and touch the ground, which is the extreme of sorrow.
Zu Shishao loved money when he was young, and Ruan Yaoji liked to wear shoes. They both managed their own things, but they did not judge their gains and losses. When someone visited the ancestor, he saw the items and property. When the guest arrived, the screen had not yet been fully screened. I put two small baskets and chopsticks behind my back and leaned over to block them, feeling unsatisfied. Someone who visited Ruan saw him blowing on his wax clogs, and he sighed and said, "I wonder how many pairs of clogs I should wear in my lifetime?" He looked relaxed. Then the winner was decided.
Wang Xiuling asked Wang Changshi: "How does my family, Linchuan, compare to your family, Wanling?" Changshi did not answer, Xiuling said: "Linchuan is well-known for its high reputation." Changshi said: "Wanling is not unworthy."
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