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When Wang Dongting arrived at Duke Huan's office, he knelt down before the palace. Duke Huan then had someone steal his report. The East Pavilion was rebuilt in your honor, without a single word about it.
Duke Huan was sitting on a military officer's chair, which was filled with scallions, and the chair was not put down from time to time. The people eating with him did not help, but the chair was still held there, and everyone present laughed. Duke Huan said, "We don't even help each other when we are in the same boat, let alone when we are in danger?" He ordered him to be dismissed from office.
Duke Huan entered the gorge, where sheer cliffs hung high into the sky and the waves rose swiftly. He sighed and said, "Since I am a loyal minister, I cannot be a filial son. What should I do?"
Zeng Zi fell ill in bed. Music director Zichun sat under the bed, Zeng Yuan and Zeng Shen sat at his feet, and a boy sat in the corner holding a candle. The boy said, "It's bright and clear, is it the coffin of the senior official?" Zichun said, "Stop!" Zengzi heard it and said in a daze, "Huh!" He said, "It's bright and clear, is it the coffin of the senior official?" Zengzi said, "Yes, it was given by Jisun, I can't change it. Yuan, get up and change the coffin." Zeng Yuan said, "Master's illness has worsened, it can't be changed. Fortunately, it's still here in the morning, please change it respectfully." Zengzi said, "Your love for me is not as good as his. A gentleman loves people with virtue, while a mean person loves people with tolerance. What do I want? I can die properly, that's all." He lifted him up and changed it. He turned the mat and died before he could settle down.
Although Huiyuan was old, he never stopped giving lectures in Mount Lu. When some of his disciples regressed, Yuan Gong would say, "The light of the setting sun cannot shine far. I only hope that the light of the morning sun can shine with us." He would sit up and hold the scripture in his hand, reciting aloud with a bitter expression. All the senior students were in awe and showed respect.
When Yang Fu died at the age of 31, Huan Xuan wrote to Yang Xin: "You were so virtuous and trusted, but you died of a sudden illness. How can I express my sorrow?"
Kong Cheqi had always had the intention of escaping from the world since he was young. It was not until he was over 40 years old that he responded to Andong's order. Before he took up an official post, he often slept alone, sang and played music to teach himself, called himself Kong Lang, and traveled around famous mountains. The people said that he had Taoist magic and built a temple for him. There is still a Confucius Temple today.
When mourning clothes are worn, the crying is like going out but not turning back; the crying of mourning clothes is like going out and turning back; the crying of mourning clothes for the great merit is three bends and then folded; the mourning clothes for the small merit and the mourning clothes are acceptable. This is the expression of sorrow in the voice.
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