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Zhang Sheng, styled Yanzhen, came from Weishi in Chenliu and was the grandson of Fang, Marquis of Fuping. As a boy he devoured books and wandered wherever impulse led him. Kindred spirits won his whole heart—rank never entered the reckoning. Where conscience pointed elsewhere he would not yield even to royalty. He often sighed, "Life and death are fated; wealth and honor rest with Heaven. If someone knows me, then even Hu and Yue can be kin. If we do not understand one another, what use is being together with things?"
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From commandery registrar his talent earned him the magistracy of Waihuang. Bribe-taking clerks went straight from trial to execution. Someone criticized him: "Sheng has held the office only briefly; why hurry to display stern executions?" He replied, "Formerly, when Zhongni served briefly as minister, he executed the dwarfs of Qi, with their hands and feet leaving by different gates, and so his awe shook a strong state and recovered its seized land. A gentleman does not serve for himself. In office he thinks of its anxieties; how could length or brevity change his standard?" The faction purge stripped him of rank; he was killed later at forty-nine.
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Sixty works survive: fu, laments, songs, inscriptions, and letters.
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Zhao Yi, called Yuanshu, hailed from Xixian in Hanyang commandery. He stood nine chi, broad-shouldered, with a splendid beard and stern brows—every inch the hero.
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Talent made him proud; his neighbors shunned him, so he wrote “Dispelling Ostracism.”
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Further brushes with the courts nearly cost his life until friends paid him free.
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Yi wrote back in thanks: “Long ago, the grandee Yuan ransomed a dying man beneath a mulberry, and tradition praised his kindness.”
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The physician Bian Que revived Guo's heir—the world marveled at his touch. Without such mercy and healing the last breath would have fled.
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Yet aid came as dried provisions from a carriage box and healing needles guided by human hands.
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My debt today is no mere snack from a cart or prick of a needle. You pulled me from the Pole Star's vault and handed me back to the Lord of Fate until parchment skin bled again and bare bones wore flesh—such rescue deserves songs. Forbidden to speak plainly, I hid my thanks inside 《Fu on the Destitute Bird》.
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It began: “A trapped bird folded its wings in the wilds.” Nets closed overhead and hidden traps waited below; hawks were before me, beaters behind me, slings to the right and bows to the left, until stones and arrows converged from every side. Flight was impossible and song forbidden; every lift of the head risked collision, every shift of the feet a fall.
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Inside it shivered and burned by turns. Great men pitied the creature—first shelter to the south, now rescue in the west.
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Dull as the bird is, it still knows hidden grace.
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It sets thanks within lines and calls Heaven to witness without.
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May Heaven bless the worthy with long life, noble rank, and descendants generation after generation.
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He wrote 《Fu Assailing the Age's Evil》 to purge his rage.
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Five Emperors, three kings—each age reshapes ritual and music when patterns run their course.
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If good government cannot save a world in chaos, how can rewards and punishments sort the clean from the corrupt?
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The Spring and Autumn annals opened ruin; the Warring States poured on venom. Qin and Han traded blows yet only stacked cruelty higher. They weighed common lives at nothing and chased selfish gain.
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Since then, sham and sincerity have tangled in countless ways. Sycophants flare while backbone withers. Toadies ride matched teams while honest men walk.
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The fawning chase reputation and power, soothing and flattering the mighty.
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Stand aloof from fashion and ruin arrives overnight. Those who chase profit with nimble compliance wax wealthy monthly. The crowd shares one stupor—who still tells heat from chill? Villains vault into view while the upright vanish into shadow.
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This sickness stems from unworthy men on the throne. Female petitions blind him; attendants clutch terrible leverage. Even loyal words cannot cross that cliff; there is no path. Even loyal words cannot cross that cliff; there is no path. Palace gates stay barred while kennel voices snarl. They gamble the realm between meals and feed lust while it lasts. That is sailing rudderless or stacking kindling for the spark.
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Promotion rides on smirking praise; who can still tell beauty from ugliness? The law bends before great houses, while mercy never reaches poor doors. Better to starve in a sage-king’s famine than feast in the plenty of this age.
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Stand on right—death cannot erase you; betray right—life is a walking corpse.
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There was a traveler from Qin, who made a poem: "One cannot wait for the Yellow River to run clear; human life cannot be lengthened. Wind bows the bending grass, and the wealthy pass for wise. Though books fill the belly, they are not as good as one pouch of money.
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Buffoons rule the high hall while the blunt-spoken wait by the door.
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Master Lu heard these words and tied on another song: The powerful find many things suitable; their coughs and spittle turn into pearls. One wears coarse cloth while holding gold and jade; orchids and thoroughwort turn into hay. Though the worthy alone awaken, what traps them is the crowd of fools. Stay within your allotted place, and stop racing after emptiness. Alas, and again alas; this is fate!"
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西 西 宿
Stay within your allotted place, and stop racing after emptiness. Minister Yuan Feng tallied registers while hundreds of clerks kowtowed and stared at the stones. Zhao Yi alone offered a long bow without kneeling. Yuan Feng saw this as strange and sent attendants to rebuke him, saying, "You are a clerk from a lower commandery, yet you bow to the Three Excellencies. Why?" He replied, "Formerly Li Yiji bowed at length to the Han king. Now I bow to the Three Excellencies; why should this be strange?" Feng gathered his lapels, came down from the hall, took his hand, led him to the upper seat, then asked about western affairs and was greatly pleased. Looking back to those seated, he said, "This man is Zhao Yuanshu of Hanyang. No court minister surpasses him. I ask to divide my seat for you gentlemen." Everyone twisted to stare. He called on Governor Yang Zhi of Henan and was turned away. Believing only Yang Zhi worthy of patronage he returned daily until Yang agreed yet stayed in bed. Yi went straight into the upper hall, advanced to stand over him, and said, "I have lain low in the western province and long heard of your lofty manner. Only now have I met you, and suddenly it is like this. What can be done about fate!" He wailed aloud until servants poured in. Yang Zhi realized genius, rose, and talked until admiration overcame him. He said to him, "You may go out." At dawn Yang arrived with a grand cavalcade to call on Zhao Yi. Peer clerks paraded silk drapes while Zhao slept under a reed screen beside a lumber wagon and seated Yang under the axle—stunning onlookers. Yang Zhi then talked with him until dusk, and they parted in great delight. Holding his hand, Yang said, "If fine jade is not cut open, there must be someone who weeps blood to make it known!" Yang Zhi and Yuan Feng recommended him together. Luoyang buzzed with his name; scholars dreamed of meeting him.
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Heading home through Hongnong he called on Huangfu Gui; slow admission made him slip away. The gate clerks were afraid and reported it. When Huangfu Gui heard Yi's name, he was greatly startled and pursued him with a letter of apology, saying, "Because of my stumble I did not meet you face to face. I have looked up to your virtue and cherished your manner, humbly committing myself to you, for many days now. I had privately heard that you, benevolent sir, pitied my smallness, and I hoped to receive your clear instruction, to relieve my distant alarm. This morning the outer office reported that there was one commandant and two accounting clerks; they did not say that you had lowered your dignity to my gate, and only when I asked again did I learn that you had already gone. If seals and ribbons could be thrown away, why would I have waited for dawn? I only ask your bright wisdom to settle my long-standing heart. How could I be negligent and arrogant toward the one I revere as Heaven? The matter came from confusion and is not worth assigning full blame. If perhaps you can forgive and examine it, and repair the former friendship, what blessing could compare with that! I have sent my chief clerk to deliver this letter with my respects. As I set down the brush, my breath knots; sweat flows all the way to my feet." Zhao Yi replied, "Your learning has become a model for teachers, and robed officials admire and return to you; for many years I have looked up to your height and hoped for your steed. You hurried back along both roads, longing for conversation, rose bathed before light, and waited at his gate hoping kindness would end the strain. You stooped from high rank to meet a nobody—the courtesy of a ruler who interrupts his shampoo. At best you could unpack canonical texts and stir sagely purpose. At least you could argue policy and lift today's disasters. Instead you slid into sloth like a doomed dynasty—where was the gentle persuasion? So I left before the day was out rather than burden you further. Old tales blame Heaven when persuasion fails—not the world itself. I fault only myself—no shadow of doubt toward you. Ignoring one nobody cannot stain your virtue. Yet your letter chasing me down the road humbles me past bearing. How should a nobody like me weigh his own worth? Your sighs can be set aside, and your apology can be accepted; although I am truly stubborn and shallow, I do understand its meaning. It is only that my joints are stirred by illness, and the cautery wounds on my knees have broken open. I ask to wait for another day, and then I will receive your feeling. I repeatedly recite the gift that has come from you, and forever use it to comfort myself." He walked away and never looked back.
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Every province courted him; ten grand offices summoned him—he refused all and died at home. Yuan Feng once had his face read: ‘No higher than commandery clerk’—it came true.
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Sixteen pieces survive: fu, songs, warnings, laments, essays, and scraps.
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Liu Liang, styled Manshan—also known as Cen—hailed from Ningyang in Dongping. Of royal blood but fatherless and poor, he peddled books for rice.
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He despised mercenary cliques and wrote 《Breaking Cliques》. Readers of the time thought, "When Zhongni composed the Spring and Autumn, disorderly ministers knew fear. Now that this essay has been written, how could vulgar scholars not feel shame in their hearts!" That work is lost.
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He also wrote 《Discourse on Harmonizing Same and Different》. It begins:
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Some roads look wrong yet lead right; some smooth paths betray justice; affection harms; hatred heals. Why? Insight wins what folly forfeits. The nobleman weighs each case by righteousness, not reflex.
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Harmony mixes unlike tones to save disorder; uniformity means everyone liking the same. The Spring and Autumn Tradition says, "Harmony is like soup: sour and bitter season its flavor, and the gentleman eats it to settle his heart. Sameness is like water; if water is used to mix water, who can eat it? With the zithers and lutes playing one single note, who can listen to it?" So the gentleman encompasses many voices without cliques—harmony without conformity. Naming fault is honesty; naming evil is loyalty. The classic says, "Help bring along his good points, correct and rescue his bad ones; then superior and inferior are harmonious and can be close to one another."
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Formerly, when King Gong of Chu was ill, he summoned his grandees and said, "I, the unworthy one, lack virtue and was young when I took charge of the altars of soil and grain. I lost the thread of the former lords and overturned the army of Chu; this is my crime.
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If the ancestral spirits let me die with my head intact, give me the posthumous name Ling or Li."
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The grandees agreed to this. When he died, Zinang said, "Not so. One who serves his ruler follows his good and does not follow his faults. Brilliant Chu was ruled by him; he pacified the far south and instructed the Central States. His favor was great. Having such favor and yet knowing his fault, can he not be called Gong?" The ministers acclaimed him. This is one who avoided the taboo and obtained the Way. When King Ling became arrogant and licentious, violent and cruel beyond measure, Yuyin Shenhui followed the king's desire, buried him at Ganxi, and sacrificed two women with him. That is obedience at the cost of righteousness. In the battle of Yanling, Jin and Chu faced each other; Yanggu presented wine, and Zifan died because of it. This is loving him and harming him. Zang Wuzhong said, "Mengsun's hatred of me is medicine and stone; Jisun's love for me is a beautiful illness. As the illness and poison grow thick, the stone still gives me life." That is how a curse can wear beauty's mask. Confucius said, "How difficult wisdom is! Even with Zang Wuzhong's wisdom, he could not be tolerated in Lu; there was surely a reason. He acted contrary to order and applied no forgiveness."
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The comment praises his sense of duty but faults him for leaving the Way. Knowing what is right and doing otherwise is hypocrisy;
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Ignorance that misses the mark is blindness. Blindness and deceit injure alike. Calamity comes from stupidity and from intellect betrayed. So the Analects: wisdom without humanity cannot hold what it seizes. The Book of Xia says, "Keep this in mind here; apply forgiveness to the various affairs." That is faithful insight.
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So the nobleman acts from principle—never bought by gain or cowed from right. Lose the Way and kin will not bend the rule for you. When right conduct is present, even an enemy should not be cast aside. Therefore Xie Hu received Qi Xi's recommendation, the two uncles suffered harm from the Duke of Zhou, Boti completed Duke Wen by opposing him, Fu Xia defeated Duke Li by obeying him, Guan Su advanced by hateful opposition, and Marquis Shen was dismissed through loving compliance: these were examined according to righteousness. Therefore it is said, "It does not lie in opposition or obedience; righteousness makes the judgment. It does not lie in hatred or love; the Way is what is honored." The Book of Rites says, "Love him and know his faults; hate him and know his good points." That is judging by moral weight.
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Emperor Huan raised him filial-incorrupt and made him magistrate of northern Xincheng. He told the people of the county, "Formerly Wen Weng was in Shu, and his Way was manifest in Ba and Han; Even lowly Gengsang transformed Weilei's ways. Though I am a petty steward, I still have altars of soil and grain. If I merely attend deadlines and manage documents, how would that be my original intent!" He therefore greatly expanded the lecture hall, invited and gathered several hundred students, personally went morning and evening to encourage and admonish them, held the classics in his own hands, tested their policies, and ranked their merits; Confucian transformation flourished greatly. Down to later times, this town still praised his teaching.
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He was specially summoned to court and appointed Gentleman of the Secretariat. After repeated promotions, he later became magistrate of Yewang, but had not yet departed for the post. He died of illness during mid-Guanghe.
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Sun Zhen was also known for literary talent.
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Bian Rang, styled Wenli, was from Junyi in Chenliu. In youth he was skilled in debate and broadly learned, and could compose literary pieces. He wrote the Rhapsody on Zhanghua; although it had many ornate and licentious phrases, it ended in correctness, also like Sima Xiangru's remonstrance.
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Before him ran the Huai; Dongting surged to the left, Pengli’s inlets opened to the right, and Wushan rose to the south.
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Ahead lay the waters of the Huai; to the left, the waves of Dongting; to the right he looked toward the recesses of Pengli; to the south he gazed at the slopes of Wushan. He extended his gaze broadly and watched all day. He looked back and said to Left Scribe Yixiang, "Magnificent is this pleasure; it can make one leave old age behind and forget death!" Thereupon he built the Zhanghua Tower and constructed the chambers of Ganxi, exhausting the skill of wood and earth and depleting the stores of precious treasuries. The whole kingdom toiled for years before it stood complete. He set out licentious banquets through the long night and made new music of the Northern Ward. So he wrote this rhapsody to warn him: born of Gaoyang's line, you inherited your sacred ancestor's great grace.
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So he wrote this rhapsody to warn him: born of Gaoyang's line, you inherited your sacred ancestor's great grace.
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He planted kings across southern Chu and rivaled the Two Regents in dread majesty. He outdid Great Peng of Shang and the paired Guo lords of high Zhou. He matched the great achievements of royal counselors, and his bright name for benevolence sped through the realm. Grace moved like spring wind and force struck like lightning; the heartland was cleared, and every tribute zone fell into order. At dawn he gave himself to the affairs of state; by dusk his carriage turned back to the palace lodges. He staged all-night banquets, letting his private affection unfold in tender ease. He exhausted the empire's treasures and every secret delight of the living.
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Then came slender girls and worthy companions, paths through flesh and lees, orchid viands mountain-high and peppered wine deep as a gorge. They beat sweet wine in glass pools and drifted boats on the lightest wind. From the jade terrace they gazed wide, wishing daylight could wash sorrow away. They called Fu Fei and the Xiang maidens, ranked Qi choruses and Zheng dancers in silken files. They lifted the clear notes of "Ji Chu" and spun fresh melodies in drawn-out song. Fingerwork surpassed Beili's tricks; the dance matched "Yang E" in grace. Metal and stone chimed in chorus; strings and winds traded phrases. In airy gowns and trailing brocade, gauze fluttered and bright sashes flashed. Light bodies darted forward like a lone swan cut off from the flock; Sleeves opened in long curves like dragons mounting mist. Delight had peaked toward midnight; they retuned zithers and changed to new finger-songs. Bright notes cracked like ice; soft phrases melted away. Slender arms coiled like vine heavy on a branch. Then they lifted away as lightly as a luan in the River of Heaven. Dance and drum refused fixed patterns; every phrase was answered, long or short, without a missed step. Long sleeves whipped a gale; pure tone twisted and held. Grace stacked trick on trick; each gesture turned a new mask—then sudden as gods changing form. Bodies flashed like light geese and spring flowers, advancing like clouds and drawing back like breaking waves. Even Liu Xiaohui could not choke down a sigh! The sky turned on; revel continued—the reed piped zhi and "Ji Chu" rode the wind. Sound welled from silk and bamboo and flew past the clouds. Paired fish jumped in time, and a lone female bird, stirred by the music, called for her mate. They marveled at nimble hands and the rising new refrains. Every variation was spent; the suite had played through. They withdrew to the breezy hall and took up the Yellow Emperor's high road. He clasped West Beauty's wrists and Mao Concubine's moon-white elbows. Grace brushed him like wind combing grass. Such beauty made him forget life itself and forget growing old.
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As dawn neared they struck the show, cleared goblets and platters, pulled away the drums.
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He came to himself as if after wine, touched his sword, and sighed. He remembered that government needs able men and that farming is hard labor.
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He praised Lü Wang for Zhou and Guan Zhong for Duke Huan. He meant to lift the realm with good rule—how wallow in delight!
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So he sent the dancers away and tore down the jade terrace.
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He remembered Yu's low halls and Shun's packed-earth stairs. He drew genius from the gutter and culled worth from Penglai's isles. The lord read men truly and set each post where talent fit. All government aligned; every deed succeeded. Lords rallied to duty without waiting to be called. He followed Gaoyang's unmatched path and raised high the foundation laid by Cheng and Zhuang. He followed Gaoyang's unmatched path and raised high the foundation laid by Cheng and Zhuang. Then he reared the people in kindness and ruled them with clear sight. When Bian Rang arrived, He Jin named him clerk and received him with full courtesy. When Bian Rang arrived, He Jin named him clerk and received him with full courtesy.
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When Bian Rang arrived, He Jin named him clerk and received him with full courtesy. When Bian Rang arrived, He Jin named him clerk and received him with full courtesy.
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When Bian Rang arrived, He Jin named him clerk and received him with full courtesy.
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Rang shone at guessing games and quick answers. Guests packed the room and envied his bearing. Staff aides Kong Rong and Wang Lang sent visiting cards and paid their respects.
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Gentleman Cai Yong esteemed him, held that Rang deserved rank, and wrote He Jin:
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Your new command gathers brilliant men; hoary worthies serve as your council of sages. Like herons flocking to the western pond or the throng in Zhou's hall—none finer. Your clerk Bian Rang of Chenliu bears Heaven's genius—lucid, good, wise. Orphaned as a child, he never received his family's full training. Once in school he mastered the great classics. At first touch of each classic he saw root meaning. Tutors could not meet his questions; chapter glosses could not catch his sense. His mind was penetrating and his nature perceptive; his mouth was eloquent and his phrases long. He did not move unless it accorded with ritual, and did not speak unless it accorded with law. If he dealt with doubtful arguments or settled divisions of suspicion and scrutiny, classics arrived together, checks and comparisons matched, and the multitude fell silent, unable to take anything from him. Had Rang been born in the age of Tang and Yu, he would have ranked next to Yuan and Kai; had his fortune met Zhongni, he would have been after Yan and Ran. How could he merely have been a common vulgar companion or a nearby vessel? His rank, grade, name, and position likewise should have stood apart. If he again advances along with his peers, that is not the way to make manifest the high price of his extraordinary worth or display your unmatched brilliance in knowing men. The tradition says, "When a cauldron that can hold an ox is used to cook a chicken, with too much juice it is bland and cannot be eaten, while with too little calculation it scorches and cannot be cooked." That is great gear forced to small jobs—some fits will always fail. I am pained that such a precious vessel has never been put to grand sacrificial use, but has long languished among petty boiling and carving. I hope the enlightened general will turn back his plans and lower his consideration, grant a little acceptance, offer him to confidential service, and stretch out his strength for use. If age is the objection, then Yan Hui would not have stood at the head of virtuous conduct, and Ziqi would never have had the achievement of governing E. If he can do the work, old rule and new are the same.
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Rang rose on talent through many posts and became Jiujiang governor—yet still doubted his worth.
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When Chuping broke the court he resigned and went home. He leaned on his wit, refused Cao Cao, and often mocked him. In Jian'an a townsman slandered him; Cao ordered the commandery to execute him there. Most of his writings are gone.
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Li Yan, styled Wensheng, from Fanyang, line of Li Yiji. Yan wrote well, knew music, spoke with wit, and men praised his sense. Lingdi's era brought offers from every office—all refused—he had spine. He wrote two poems:
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The broad road runs smooth and far; the trapdoor track is narrow and short. Great wings do not perch low; wide steps do not pace a pen. I spread wings to vault heaven; I spur these thousand-mile legs. I race beyond the dust; in a flash no one can catch me. Worth and folly are not fixed castes; they depend on the clarity or murk of one's nature. Ranks of wealth are written by men; poverty has no warrant from Heaven. Success lies with the self—the steadfast do not augur each other. Chen Ping strutted at the village altar; Han Xin fished the river curve.
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In the end they governed the empire on ten-thousand-measure stipends.
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Their names echo forever; their deeds outweigh mountains.
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Spirit fungus on the midstream bar shivers in the surge.
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The orchid bloomed too late, and bitter frost withered its stem.
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Alas—two sweet orchids never took root on Tai's shoulder. When Zhou Bo and Guan Ying held power, they dismissed Jia Yi as a lover of hollow brilliance. When Zhou Bo and Guan Ying held power, they dismissed Jia Yi as a lover of hollow brilliance. The worthy were blocked and banished to the southern waste. He bore his gem astride a swift mount yet heard no tune that fit. Where is a Confucius to set the four classes for this age?
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His wife was frightened to death just after childbirth; her family sued, and he was jailed. His wife was frightened to death just after childbirth; her family sued, and he was jailed.
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His wife was frightened to death just after childbirth; her family sued, and he was jailed.
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Too sick to speak in court, he perished in jail in Jiaping 6 at twenty-eight. Minister Lu Zhi wrote his elegy to publish his fine conduct.
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Hou Jin, styled Ziyu, came from Dunhuang. Fatherless and poor as a boy, he lodged with relatives. He studied with fierce zeal, hired himself out by day, and by night burned kindling to read. He kept ritual discipline alone in his room as though honored guests sat with him. The province and commandery repeatedly summoned him, and the court carriage summoned him as a man possessing the Way, but in each case he claimed illness and did not go. He wrote the Essay Correcting the Age to criticize the time sharply, then moved into the mountains and devoted deep thought to writing. Because no one in the age knew him, he wrote Answering the Guest's Challenge to lodge his own feelings. He also examined the Han Records and compiled thirty chapters of Biographies of Imperial Virtue on events after the Restoration, which circulated in the world. Of the several dozen miscellaneous writings he composed, many were lost. The people of Hexi respected his talent and did not dare call him by name; all called him Lord Hou.
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Gao Biao, styled Yifang, was from Wuxi in Wu commandery. His family was originally poor and humble; when Biao became a student, he traveled to the Imperial Academy. He had refined talent but was slow in speech.
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He once went to Ma Rong wishing to inquire into the great meanings, but Rong was ill and he could not obtain an audience; he therefore sent in a calling card and left Rong a letter, saying, "I have received and admired your reputation for many years, so I did not wait for an intermediary before calling at the gate of a great gentleman, hoping once to see your dragon-brightness and set forth the wish in my heart.
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I did not expect to encounter illness, with you shut away in seclusion and no opening available. Formerly the Duke of Zhou Dan had King Wen as father and King Wu as elder brother; with nine mandates he served as hegemon and governed the Chinese realm, yet he still wrung out his hair and spat out his food to receive men from humble houses, and so the Way of Zhou flourished and All Under Heaven returned to virtue. Now, sir, you nurse illness and are arrogant toward scholars; therefore this is fitting for you."
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Ma Rong read the letter in shame and hurried after him to apologize, but Biao left without looking back.
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The commandery nominated him filial-incorrupt; he topped the classics test.
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He was made Gentleman Attendant and set to collating texts in the Eastern Pavilion. Again and again he submitted rhapsodies and essays that used current events for indirect remonstrance, and Emperor Ling took notice.
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Diwu Yong of the capital served as army censor over Youzhou.
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The officials gathered in force to send him off with a farewell banquet at Changle Lodge.
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Advisory Gentleman Kui Yi and the others all composed poems, but Biao alone made an admonition, saying, "Civil and martial order are about to fall, so let a worthy minister be sent. Set our imperial cords in order and oversee these irreverent men. The gentlemen of old forgot themselves when they went to war. Make clear their resolve and valor; esteem their martial force. Lü Shang at seventy had spirit that crowned the three armies; the poets made a song, like hawks and sparrowhawks. Heaven has Taiyi, five generals, and three gates; Earth has nine transformations, hills and mountains and rivers; Men have plans and strategies, the six marvels and five agents. Gather these three matters together; for planning, consult and ask. Do not say that you yourself are able; make it your task to seek the worthy. The courage of Huaiyin was honored in Guangye. The Duke of Zhou was a great sage and Shi Que a pure minister; by awe they conquered love, and by righteousness destroyed kinship. Do not say the times are dangerous and fail to rectify yourself. Do not say there are no people and no one knows your truth. Forget wealth and leave rank behind, and fortune and emolument will then remain. Bend the Way and conform, and again there will be nothing to observe. Your late father's lofty integrity is still more to be followed forever. Wear and keep this warning, to spur yourself for life." Cai Yong and company praised the piece above all others.
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When he was later moved to Waihuang, the emperor ordered his colleagues to see him off at the Upper East Gate and had the Eastern Pavilion paint his portrait as an example for students. When he was later moved to Waihuang, the emperor ordered his colleagues to see him off at the Upper East Gate and had the Eastern Pavilion paint his portrait as an example for students. He died in harness; most of his works vanished.
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His son Dai won renown too.
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Zhang Chao, styled Zibing, from Mo in Hejian, line of Marquis Zhang Liang. He wrote with skill. Under Lingdi he rode with Zhu Jun against the turbans as an independent major. Nineteen pieces survive: rhapsodies, eulogies, steles, recommendations, calls, notes, letters, cards, and lampoons. His grass script was unmatched and copied everywhere.
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Mi Heng, styled Zhengping, came from Ban in Pingyuan. Young, sharp-tongued and proud, he delighted in defying fashion and sneering at the great. In Xingping he fled turmoil to Jingzhou. Early Jian'an brought him to the court at Xu. In Yingchuan he hid a name card until no door took him and the ink rubbed bare. Xu was new then; talent flooded in from every quarter. They asked, "Why not follow Chen Ji or Sima Lang?" He shot back, "Why would I trail tavern louts and butchers' sons!" They pressed, "What of Xun Yu and Zhao Zhi then?" He sneered that Xun Yu had only a face fit for funerals and Zhao Zhi for catering. He granted only Kong Rong and Yang Xiu. He often said, "The elder child is Kong Wenju; the younger child is Yang Dezu. The rest are ordinary and not worth counting." Kong Rong adored his gift.
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Heng was barely twenty when forty-year-old Rong befriended him. He submitted a memorial recommending him: "I have heard that when the floods spread, the emperor sought order by searching the realm for worthy men. When Emperor Wu took up the line and enlarged his ancestors' work, he sought counsel, and scholars flocked to him.
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You are keen of mind yet inherit crisis and toil past sundown. The sacred peak sends spirits—talents rise together.
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I have observed Mi Heng of Pingyuan, a private scholar of twenty-four styled Zhengping: his nature is pure and bright, his talent extraordinary.
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Touching the classics he reached their inner rooms.
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Whatever he sees once, he can recite at once;
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One whisper lodged in memory. His nature meets the Way—thought moves like spirit. Against Sang Hongyang's sums or Zhang Anshi's memory he is no marvel less. Loyal and blunt—his will is frost. Good startles him; evil he treats as a sworn enemy. He rivals Ren Zuo's blunt truth and the historian's steel. A hundred raptors are worth less than one osprey. Set him in court and the realm would see. His words scatter fog and cut knots—enough for any foe. Jia Yi once sought a frontier post to snare the Chanyu by stratagem; Zhong Jun wanted to bring fierce Yue in on a long cord. Youth that bold—history praised. Recently Lu Cui and Yan Xiang have also been used for unusual talent and promoted to gentlemen of the terrace; Heng should be compared with them. If he could leap like a dragon on the avenue of Heaven, shake his wings in the Milky Way, raise his voice at the Purple Tenuity, and cast down light like a rainbow, he would be enough to display the many scholars of the nearby offices and increase the solemnity of the four gates. In the broad music of Juntian, there must be sights of strange beauty; The throne hoards gems beyond the common. Talent like Mi Heng rarely appears twice in an age. The airs "Ji Chu" and "Yang E" hold the finest charm—exactly what idle hosts hoard. Steeds like Flying Hare and Yaoniao—fleet beyond measure—the mounts Bo Le prized. Your servants, in our smallness, dare not fail to report this."
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Because Kong Rong prized Mi Heng he spoke of him again and again to Cao Cao. Cao wanted an audience; Mi Heng loathed him, feigned madness, stayed away, and kept firing insults. Cao burned with anger yet spared him for the sake of his reputation. Learning Mi Heng's skill on the drum, Cao named him drum clerk and threw a banquet to hear him. Every drummer had to shed his clothes for the uniform cap and jacket. When Mi Heng’s turn came, he struck the “Yuyang” triple beat and stepped forward, his bearing strange and the rhythm fierce with grief; everyone listening was moved. Mi Heng walked up to Cao Cao and halted; a clerk barked, "Why keep your old clothes—how dare you step up like that?" Heng said, "Yes." Then he stripped his undershirt, shed the rest, stood bare, slowly pulled on cap and jacket, finished the triple roll, and walked off without a blush. Cao laughed. "I meant to humiliate him—he humiliated me."
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Kong Rong pulled him aside: "You call yourself refined—is this what you call fitting?" Then he relayed Cao Cao's conciliatory message. Mi Heng agreed to call. Kong Rong told Cao the madness had passed and Mi Heng wished to apologize in person. Cao was delighted and told the gate to admit anyone at once; he waited deep into the evening. Mi Heng came in plain cloth and loose scarf, gripped a three-foot rod, sat at the camp gate, drummed the ground with it, and roared abuse. An aide reported, "A madman sits at the gate hurling treason—arrest him." Cao Cao was angry and said to Rong, "Mi Heng is a petty boy; for me to kill him would be like killing sparrows and rats. But this man has always had an empty reputation, and people far and near would say that I cannot tolerate him. Now I will send him to Liu Biao and see what happens." So Cao had horsemen escort him away. They staged a send-off south of the city and agreed that because Mi Heng was crude and late they would all stay seated to humble him. When he came nobody stood; Mi Heng sat down and howled. The crowd asked why. Heng said, "Those sitting are tomb mounds; those lying down are corpses. Between corpses and tomb mounds, how could one not grieve!"
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Liu Biao and the Jingzhou elite already respected his name; they honored him as a guest and let him settle every draft and debate. Liu Biao once joined scholars drafting memorials and poured out every clever phrase. Mi Heng walked in, skimmed their pile before they finished reading, and tore it to the floor. Liu Biao sat thunderstruck. Mi Heng demanded ink and slips and in moments produced a polished draft. Liu Biao rejoiced and prized him even more.
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Later Mi Heng insulted Liu Biao again; shamed and unable to endure him, Liu sent him to the short-tempered Jiangxia governor Huang Zu, who still treated him kindly. Mi Heng penned Huang Zu's correspondence—every tone and spacing hit the mark. Huang Zu clasped his hand: "Sir, this is exactly what I meant—words drawn straight from my gut."
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Huang Zu's eldest son She governed Zhangling and favored Mi Heng above others. They once toured together and read Cai Yong's inscription; She loved the text but regretted having no copy. Mi Heng said, "One reading fixes it in memory—only two characters are missing on the stone."
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Mi Heng wrote the inscription out; Huang She personally sent someone racing back to copy the stele, and when the copy was checked it matched Heng's text exactly, leaving everyone amazed. At a large banquet, someone presented a parrot. Huang She raised a cup to Mi Heng and said, "Please, sir, compose a fu on it to entertain our guests." Mi Heng took up the brush and wrote it in one pass, without a single correction; the language was dazzling.
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Later, aboard a war-boat, Huang Zu feasted guests; Mi Heng spoke harshly, shaming Zu until he snapped. Mi Heng glared: "Corpse of an old official! What kind of talk is that?" Huang Zu roared for guards to drag him out for a beating. Mi Heng kept shouting until Zu, furious, ordered him executed. Huang Zu's registrar, who long despised Mi Heng, killed him on the spot. She ran barefoot to intervene—too late. Huang Zu repented and buried him with honor. Mi Heng was twenty-six; most of his writings vanished.
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The summation runs: once feeling moves, the text becomes the prize. It lays heart bare without carving ornament or piling gloss. Many shapes share one body; one tune may carry different breath. Many shapes share one body; one tune may carry different breath.
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