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Huan Wen passed by Wang Dun's tomb and said, "A lovely child! A lovely child!"
In the last month of autumn, the sun is in Fang, the sun is in the sky at dusk, and the sun is in the willow at dawn. The days are Geng and Xin. The emperor is Shaohao, and the god is Rushou. The insect is Mao. The sound is Shang, and the scale is Wushe. The number is nine. The taste is spicy and the smell is fishy. The gate is worshipped with liver. Wild geese come as guests, and wine goes into the water and becomes clams. The chrysanthemum has yellow flowers, and the jackal sacrifices animals and kills birds. The emperor lives in the right side of the general chapter, rides on the military road, drives a white camel, carries a white flag, wears white clothes, and wears white jade. He eats hemp and dog, and his utensils are thin and deep.
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.
Yin Jingzhou had some knowledge and wrote a fu, which was similar to Shu Xi's slow play. Yin thought he was talented and said to Wang Gong, "I just saw a new article, it's very interesting." He then took it out of the handkerchief box. When the king read it, Yin couldn't help laughing. After the king had looked at it, he neither laughed nor expressed his likes or dislikes. He just pasted it with his wish. Yin felt lost.
Wang Wendu's brother Azhi, evil is not wings, when he was old and no one married him There is a daughter, is not evil, but I am a poor scholar, not suitable with you, want to make Ah Chi marry her.
Kang Sengyuan was in Yuzhang, several dozen miles away from the city, and built a monastery. There are mountains on the side and long rivers on the side, fragrant forests line the courtyards and clear streams rush around the halls. He studied and lectured at leisure, hoping to savor the essence of his works. Many people like Yu Gong went to see him. Watching him use breathing exercises, his temperament becomes better. In addition, he was content with his situation and felt happy, so his reputation grew. Later he couldn't bear it anymore and left.
Wang Zhongxuan likes the bray of a donkey. After the burial, Emperor Wen came to the funeral and said to his companions, "The king likes the bray of a donkey. You can each make one to send him off." All the guests made the same bray.
When a person dies, the body is moved to the bed, the quilt is used to cover the body, and the death clothes are removed. The junior officials use a horn scoop to wed the teeth and a swallow table to sew the feet. The king, the senior official, and the scholar are the same.
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