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Volume 88 Biographies 58: Filial Piety

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Preface.
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How vast is filial devotion as a shaping moral force. From undivided chaos it takes form, and the Way runs through heaven, earth, and humanity. Grounded in every kind of thing to fit its name, its power embraces all that exists. At the level of the state it moves heaven and earth and summons auspicious response. In the household it stirs the spirits and makes lasting good fortune visible. Then there are those who prepare every provision, uphold humanity and right conduct, soften their manner to please a parent's face, share unstinting delight, bring fresh meat to the table, forget their own fatigue in constant care, labor in the fields as the ode remembers, and pace the paths with the song of orchids—the whole path of honoring father and mother. They stand as if the dead were still before them; sorrow without bound moves them to heap fuel and weep aloud, to clutch hemp and lament; the poem of trees in the wind breaks the heart, the spring's chill draws tears—the devotion of those who remember ancestors. They test character before taking office, set duties straight when moved from post, hold rank without arrogance, avoid quarrel among equals, rise in concert with reform, and walk as if on thin ice to temper integrity—the conduct that defines a life. Hence figures such as Min Sun and Zeng Shen walked with awe through the six teachings and knit an enduring standard. Cai Shun and Dong Yong embodied devoted sons of lore; they fulfilled every virtue on the list and left luminous examples. Sometimes sheer sincerity moved heaven and aiding spirits answered below—think of Guo Ju and the gift of gold. Yang Yong earned the omen of buried jade rewarded; Red crows nested tamely at Shu He's door; white deer grazed calm beside Gong Wen's cottage. From parental devotion grows brotherly love; the pattern joins both strands, and the moral logic comes to one measure. Heaven-ordained kin share one breath in separate bodies: estranged hearts leave kin dry as withered leaves; aligned natures flower like blossoms on the same spray. Some surrendered the better portion and bore hardship for a brother, staking everything when danger struck; They yielded fruit and shared one quilt, tasting every joy brotherhood affords—open those yellowed scrolls and their footprints still seem to stir the dust.
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From the central plains down to the southern shore, the Jin endured wave after disaster, yet the gentlemanly way never died; names famed for filial duty followed hard on one another. Wang Weiyuan's bearing, Xu Jiyi's integrity, Xia Fang and Sheng Yan living pure humaneness, Yu Gun and Yan Han modeling brotherly love—the roster runs on, each man a monument of grace. Their lingering brilliance can still stiffen a lax age; I set down this "Filial Friends" chapter to carry the histories forward.
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Li Mi
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Li Mi, styled Lingbo, came from Wuyang in Qianwei commandery; he was also known as Qian. His father died while he was young, and his mother, a Ms. He, remarried. Li Mi was still a small child, yet clung to her so fiercely that his tender devotion turned into sickness. His grandmother Lady Liu raised him herself, and he waited on her so dutifully that his filial name spread. Whenever she took sick he wept beside her and slept in his clothes; every meal, broth, or dose he tasted himself before she received it. In spare moments he studied till weariness vanished; he sat at Qiao Zhou's feet, and fellow students likened him to Confucius's finest disciples.
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Young, he entered Shu service as a court gentleman. Sent repeatedly to Wu, he debated with polish and won southern acclaim. After Shu fell, in early Taishi an edict named him groom-purifier to the crown prince. He pleaded that his aged grandmother had no one else to care for her and declined the appointment. Thereupon he submitted a memorial: Your servant, because of perilous misfortune, early encountered sorrow and calamity: when I was a child of six months, my loving father turned his back on me; when I was four years old, my maternal uncle took away my mother's will to remain widowed. My grandmother Lady Liu pitied my weakness and loneliness and personally raised and nourished me. As a child I had many illnesses; at nine I still could not walk, and in solitary hardship and bitter toil I came through to adulthood. I had no uncles, and in the end few brothers; the household declined and its fortune was thin, and only late did I have sons. Outside, I had no close kin within the mourning degrees of qi and gong; inside, no boy five chi tall to answer the gate. I stood alone and solitary, with only my shadow and form to console each other. Moreover, Lady Liu was early afflicted with illness and was constantly on her bed and mats. I attended her decoctions and medicines and never once abandoned or left her. Since I came to serve the sage court and bathe in its pure transformation, first the governor, Your servant Kui, examined me as Filial and Incorrupt; later the inspector, Your servant Rong, recommended me as Flourishing Talent. Because there was no one to take charge of her care, I declined and did not answer the summons. A bright edict was specially issued appointing me gentleman; soon I received state grace and was appointed xima. That one lowly and base as I should serve the Eastern Palace is not something I could repay above even by losing my head. I reported everything in a memorial and declined to take office. The edict was urgent and stern, reproaching me for evasion and negligence; the commandery and county pressed me and urged me onto the road, and the provincial office came to my gate, more urgent than sparks from fire. I wished to receive the edict and hurry forward, but Lady Liu's illness grew more severe each day; if I merely followed private feeling, my plea was not permitted. My advance and retreat were truly distress and confusion. I humbly reflect that the sage court governs the realm by filial piety; all the old and aged still receive pity and care, how much more one so utterly orphaned, suffering, weak, and emaciated as I. Moreover, in youth I served the false court and passed through offices in the gentlemen's bureau; originally I sought official advancement and did not pride myself on reputation or integrity. Now I am a low captive of a fallen state, most slight and most base, yet have been unexpectedly selected and promoted, and the favored command is especially private; how would I dare linger and harbor hopes? It is only because Lady Liu is like the sun nearing the western hills, her breath faint and failing, her life in shallow danger, with morning not expecting evening. Without my grandmother, I would have had no way to reach today; without me, my grandmother has no way to finish her remaining years. Grandmother and grandson, the two of us, are each other's life; therefore my small private feeling does not dare abandon her and go far away. I, Mi, am now forty-four years old, and my grandmother Lady Liu is now ninety-six; thus the days in which I can fully devote loyalty to Your Majesty are long, while the days in which I can repay and support Lady Liu are short. With the private feeling of the crow that feeds its parent, I beg to be allowed to complete her care to the end. My hardship is clearly known not only to the men of Shu and the governors and inspectors of the two provinces; August Heaven and Sovereign Earth truly see and discern it. I humbly beg Your Majesty to pity my foolish sincerity and allow my small wish, so that Lady Liu may by good fortune preserve and complete her remaining years. While alive I shall give up my body; after death I shall repay You by knotting grass.
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The emperor read it and said, "A gentleman's reputation truly is not empty!" The emperor suspended the appointment. After Lady Liu died and mourning ended, he was summoned again as groom-purifier and traveled to Luoyang. Zhang Hua asked him, "What do you make of the Duke of Anle?" Li Mi replied, "Roughly on par with Duke Huan of Qi." Zhang Hua pressed why; Li Mi said, "Qi Huan rose with Guan Zhong and rotted with Shu Diao—worms poured from his corpse. The Duke of Anle held Wei at bay with Zhuge Liang and lost his realm to Huang Hao—triumph and ruin turn on the same hinge." Zhang Hua went on, "Why did Zhuge Liang lecture so tediously?" Li Mi answered, "When Shun, Yu, and Gao Yao spoke among peers, their words stayed spare and refined; the "Great Announcement" addresses plain folk and therefore sounds granular. Zhuge Liang faced listeners who could not match him, so his teaching grew painstakingly detailed." Zhang Hua accepted the answer.
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Posted magistrate of Wen, he despised his clerk and once wrote a friend, "Until Qing Fu dies, Lu never rests—" The clerk denounced the letter to the capital inspector, who left Li Mi untouched because his county rule stayed scrupulous. Talented and eager for a capital post, he lacked patrons and was shunted to governor of Hanzhong—a posting he resented as a slight. At a farewell banquet in the Eastern Hall he was told to improvise a poem whose closing lines ran, "As the proverb goes, cause and condition rule our lot. Without a friend inside the palace, better go home and plow. The radiant Son of Heaven reigns on high—would such words stand?" Emperor Wu took offense, and the metropolitan clerk impeached him out of office. He died at home in the end. Two sons survived him: Li Ci and Li Xing.
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Li Ci, styled Zongshi, wrote verse early; his "Rhapsody on the Dark Bird" was superbly turned. The province wanted him as junior aide and nominated him as "flourishing talent," yet he died before reporting. Li Xing, styled Juanshi, showed the same literary gifts; Governor Luo Shang appointed him aide. When Luo Shao faced Li Xiong's assault he sent Li Xing south to beg relief from Liu Hong; Li Xing stayed on as Liu Hong's staff adviser and never went back. Luo Shao complained to Liu Hong, who seized Li Xing's official tablet and ordered him home. During Li Xing's stay, Liu Hong raised steles to Zhuge Liang and Yang Hu and had Li Xing draft both inscriptions—each tightly argued.
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Sheng Yan
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Sheng Yan, styled Wengzi, came from Guangling. Even as a boy he showed extraordinary gifts. At eight he called on Grand Commandant Dai Chang of Wu, who handed him a poem as a test; Sheng Yan answered on the spot. His reply rang with generous fervor. His mother Lady Wang went blind from illness; whenever he spoke of her he wept. He refused every appointment and nursed her himself, spooning every meal to her lips. Her long sickness frayed every nerve until he flogged the maids time and again. One maid nursed a grudge; when Sheng Yan stepped out she roasted grubs into the sweets. His mother found it savory yet suspected foul play and hid a sample for her son. When he saw it he clutched his mother and sobbed himself unconscious, then revived. Her eyes flew open at once and from that day she healed. He served Wu as palace secretary cadet; after conquest Lu Yun urged Inspector Zhou Jun to employ him, and local chief classifier Liu Song nominated him junior classifier. He died during Taikang.
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Xia Fang
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Xia Fang, styled Wenzheng, came from Yongxing in Kuaiji commandery. Plague swept his clan: parents, uncles, and cousins—thirteen dead. At fourteen he keened through nights and hauled soil by day for seventeen years until every burial closed; he hutched beside the tombs, planted evergreens, and found birds and beasts grazing tame at his side. Wu named him chief for ritual warriors and later promoted him to captain of the imperial guard. At court he never rode; on foot he always stood aside for others. After Wu fell he became magistrate of Gaoshan. When townsfolk deserved the rod he wept until punishment seemed cruel and forgave them all—none dared sin twice. Three years into office the province nominated him as "flourishing talent"; he went home and died at eighty-seven.
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Wang Pou
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Wang Pou, styled Weiyuan, came from Yingling in Chengyang commandery. His grandfather Wang Xiu had been celebrated under Wei. His father Wang Yi—lofty, blunt, and upright—had served Emperor Wen of Wei as chief of staff. During the Dongguan battle Emperor Wen asked his officials, "Who owns this recent defeat?" Wang Yi answered, "Blame rests with the supreme commander." The emperor snapped, "Do you mean to hang this on your sovereign?" He had Wang Yi dragged out and beheaded.
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Young Wang Pou formed stern principles and lived by ritual—tall, striking, voice clear, speech measured, learned in many arts; mourning his father's unjust death he never sat facing west. He refused ever to turn toward Luoyang's throne. He withdrew to teach privately and thrice spurned summonses, seven times refusing appointments. He hutched beside her grave, bowing morning and night, clutching the cypress until his tears soaked the bark and the trees died. His mother had feared thunder; after she died he hurried to the mound at every peal and cried, "Your son Pou is here." Whenever lessons touched "How bitterly I cry for father and mother" he wept through three readings, so students skipped the "Motherwort" ode altogether.
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Poor, he worked his own fields—measuring seed to mouths and silk to bodies. Anyone offering help he politely refused. Students once harvested wheat for him in secret; he dumped every kernel rather than accept. He turned away every gift from old friends. When a pupil faced county corvée and begged Wang Pou to intercede with the magistrate, Wang said, "Your scholarship cannot shield you; my thin virtue cannot shade you—what use is pulling strings? Besides, I have not taken up a brush for anyone in forty years." Then he hoisted dried rations on a shoulder pole while his son lugged salt, bean relish, and straw sandals, and walked the drafted pupil to the yamen with more than a thousand students trailing behind. The Anqiu magistrate assumed the visit was for him, dressed formally, and hurried out to greet Wang Pou. Wang Pou stepped off the road to the clay ox, stood bent like a chime-stone, and said, "My student has been conscripted by the county; therefore I have come to see him off." He clasped hands, wept, and walked away. The magistrate freed the man at once, and the county squirmed at its own pettiness.
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Townsmen Guan Yan had talent but no fame until Wang Pou singled him out, befriended him, and betrothed their infant son and daughter while still in the cradle. Guan Yan rose to western frontier colonel and was buried at Luoyang; Wang Pou later gave his daughter to another house. Guan Fu asked Wang Pou about it, and Wang said, "My small resolve was to end my wishes among the hills and marshes. In former days, when I married off my sisters, all went far away, and good and ill were cut off; I always swore this to myself. Now your worthy elder brother's son is buried at Luoyang. This makes him a man of the capital. Was that the original intention with which I formed the match!" Fu answered, "His mother is a Qi woman—she belongs back in Linzi." Wang shot back, "Who buries a father in Henan yet trails mother to Qi? With motives like that, what alliance is left?"
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Bing Chun of Beihai embraced austerity and wandered with books on his back until locals swore Bing Yuan had been reborn. Wang Pou judged him restless and fame-hungry—he would come to nothing. Chun later proved faithless and dropped his studies—thoughtful men credited Wang Pou's foresight. Wang Pou felt conduct should bend toward the good—never judge others by talents they lack.
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When Luoyang fell and rebels multiplied, kin fled toward the eastern Jin redoubt, but Wang Pou stayed by the tombs. When robbers closed in he tried to flee yet lingered at the graves until they cut him down.
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Xu Zi
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便 宿 鹿鹿 鹿 鹿
Xu Zi, styled Jiyi, came from Wuning in Dongyang. Filial, gentle, courteous, and eager to learn. At twenty he studied under Kong Chong, governor of Yuzhang, mastering the Poetry, Documents, Rites, Changes, Filial Piety, and Analects. When coursework ended he went home. When Kong Chong died in post, Xu Zi raced to the funeral, carried the coffin to Kuaiji, ate plain food, served like a laborer, and mourned three years. When both parents died he grew skeletal yet rose with a cane; he piled tombs on the eastern hill, hauling soil alone and refusing neighbors' aid. Neighbors pitied his exhaustion and insisted on helping; he let them work by day but tore their work down overnight. Each time he wailed, birds and beasts flocked in as if answering his cry. He set aside his wife to keep the great mourning, slept at the tumulus, and lined the hills with pines and cypress for miles. When a deer damaged his planted pines, Zi lamented sadly and said, "Does even a deer not think of me!" Next morning he found the deer torn by some beast and laid under the same seedlings. Heartbroken, he dug a grave beside the path and buried the deer. Then a predator dropped dead at his feet—he buried that beast too, sighing still deeper. The grove grew thick, and no animal ever trampled it again. Only after two decades did he remarry, building a house at the grave and serving the dead as if alive; hawks and pheasants nested in his rafters, deer and predators mingled in the yard without strife. In the Yuankang years the province cited him as filial and honest, but he never took office, spending life in homespun. He died at home in his eighties. Neighbors called his lane the Hamlet of Filial Sons.
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In Xiankang, Prefect Zhang Yu wrote, "Sages teach us to exalt the good; their praise and blame still echo a millennium on. I review Wuning’s late Xu Zi—utterly filial, upright, humble, and consistent in word and deed. Honoring his master he met every duty the “threes” require of a pupil; Burying his parents he did what few ancients or moderns could match. All said wild things bowed to him and savage beasts forgot to harm. I did not witness it, yet the accounts make Cai Shun and Dong Yin look no greater. Long after Xu Zi’s death his son still lives in pure piety, keeping house by the grave. Such conduct is matchless; the court should ennoble his name and free his heirs to reward the past and teach the future. The Zuo tradition says, 'When you honor goodness, bless the next generation too.' Your subject does not understand the larger principle; I ask the ministry to deliberate and decide." The throne approved the memorial and ordered a honorific plaque for his gate. His descendants were excused from labor service. His son showed the same filial devotion. He hung a portrait of Xu Zi in the hall and bowed to it daily.
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Yu Gun
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Yu Gun, styled Shubao, was the Empress Mingmu’s uncle on her father’s side. He grew up frugal, bookish, and already praised for filial care. In the Xianning plague both elder brothers died; a third, Pi, lay near death while the miasma raged, so parents and brothers fled the house—only Yu Gun stayed. Kinsmen tried to drag him away; he said, "I am not afraid of sickness." He nursed Pi without sleeping, pausing only to beat his breast beside the coffins. After three months the plague broke; the family returned, Pi lived, and Yu Gun never sickened. Village elders marveled, "What manner of youth is this? He stayed where others fled and endured what others could not—cold winters reveal which trees stay green; maybe foul vapors spare the steadfast after all."
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His uncles lived rich and prominent lives while his father alone stayed poor. He farmed to feed his parents, worked like a servant, and knelt to pass wicker slips when planting hedges with students. Someone asked why he knelt even in private—“why such ceremony?” Yu Gun answered, "The gentleman does not shift manners between private rooms and public hall." After his father died he wove baskets for coin to feed his mother. Seeing his toil, his mother said, "I have nothing to eat." He answered, "If you cannot enjoy a meal, how can I go on living?" She wept and found peace again. Two wives from great houses married down to his hovel, shed silks, shared their dowries, and lived in mutual respect like honored guests. When his mother died he hutched the grave through mourning.
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In famine even weed soup lacked grain; students offered rice, yet he always claimed to have eaten already. When the wheat ripened and the reapers had finished, with many gleaners still at work, Gun drew back his sons and nephews and said, "Wait until there is a gap." They walked straight rows, knelt to scoop fallen ears, and filled sacks honorably; gathering acorns in the hills they ranked age before youth and claimed the stony slopes themselves. When someone cut the cypresses at his tomb and no one knew who it was, he summoned the neighbors to gather at the grave and reproached himself; then he kowtowed, wept, and apologized to his ancestors, saying, "My virtue is uncultivated, and I cannot protect the trees of my forebears; this is Gun's crime." Elders wept with him, and no one touched the trees again. He raised orphans gently and widowed sisters-in-law generously, teaching propriety until elders imitated him and children forgot their loss. He clothed and fed nephew Guo Xiu alongside his own sons yet always served the boy first. His orphaned elder brother's daughter was named Fang and was about to marry. Fine garments had already been prepared, but Gun cut thorn and broom-plant to make baskets and brooms, summoned his sons and daughters to gather in the hall, arranged the men and women by rank, and instructed Fang, saying, "Fang! You were orphaned young; you were at ease and indulged, and no one blamed your faults. Now you are going to another household and will serve your parents-in-law; sweeping and sprinkling within the courtyard is the way of a wife, and therefore I give you these. It is not that the implements are beautiful; I want you to be gentle and respectful morning and night, and though you may have leisure, not to take leisure." Then he deeded the old house to his nephews Geng and Xi. When Xi died young he hugged the coffin and keened until passersby wept.
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At first, Gun's father had admonished him about wine; whenever Gun became drunk, he would reproach himself and say, "I have cast aside my late father's admonition; how can I instruct others!" Before his father’s grave he flogged himself thirty strokes. Neighbor Chu Deyi nursed aged parents without tiring—Yu Gun bowed low whenever they met. Visiting the Chen brothers with kin, everyone bowed to their mother except Yu Gun. Chen Hui, Chen Zhun's younger brother, said, "Why do you not bow to my parent?" Yu Gun answered, "I saw no ground for such a bow. Prostrating before another’s parents means adopting their son’s place—that obligation dwarfs ordinary courtesy." So he stayed upright. Chen Zhun and Chen Hui sighed and said, "In antiquity there were men of bright uprightness; you are close to them. If you were to serve at court, you would be a minister of the altars of soil and grain! If you were to command troops and face a great crisis, who could take that resolve from you! Now summons and invitations are being issued; you truly ought to accept." Yet counties, provinces, and tribunals piled summons on him—filial, talented, pure—and he refused every title, so peers called him the man of singular principle.
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Late in Yuankang, the governor of Yingchuan summoned him to be clerk of merit. Gun put on the clothes of a corvee laborer, took a spade as a staff, shouldered an axe, and set out without waiting for a carriage, saying, "Please let me receive the service of a lowly laborer." The governor sent a decorated rig; Yu Gun refused until handlers bundled him into the carriage and dumped him in the clerk's quarters. He slept in his own cart anyway—demure in manner, adamant in spirit. Knowing that Gun would not bend, the governor sighed and said, "He is an extraordinary gentleman; how can I lower him!" He honored him richly and let him go.
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When Sima Jiong rose against usurpation and Zhang Hong looted Yangzhai, Yu Gun led clan and neighbors onto fortified Mount Yu. At that time the people were peaceful and did not know the affairs of war and defense. Gun said, "Confucius said: 'To fight without teaching is called abandoning them.'" He then gathered all the gentlemen and discussed matters, saying, "You gentlemen are dwelling together in danger in order to secure and protect your parents and elders and preserve your wives and children. The ancients had a saying: 'When a thousand people gather and do not make one person their leader, if they do not scatter, they will fall into disorder.' What shall we do!" The crowd said, "Good. For today's leader, if not you, then who!" Gun was silent for a while, then said, "The ancients yielded precedence in urgent hardship and dared not flee danger, yet when people establish a leader, what matters is obeying his commands." He then made them swear an oath, saying, "Do not rely on the stronghold, do not take advantage of disorder, do not abuse neighbors, do not strip houses, do not cut firewood from what others have planted, do not plot what is not virtuous, do not commit what is not righteous; join your strength with one heart and together relieve danger and hardship." Everyone swore the covenant. They walled ravines, guarded trails, tallied labor and supplies, elected hamlet heads and worthy advisers—Gun led every detail. Orders unified; etiquette governed young and old; they amplified virtue and curbed vice. When raiders came he drew up ranks with bows taut yet silent. Raiders taunted; his lines stayed motionless and refused combat. They feared his discipline and withdrew three separate times. People of the time said, "Is this not what is meant by, 'To be cautious when facing affairs, and to succeed by loving plans'? Surely it is Yu the Singular!"
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When Sima Jiong returned to the capital and did not attend court for more than a year, Gun said, "The Jin house is humbled; rebel troubles are about to rise!" He fled with his wife to Linlu peaks and honored strangers like hometown kin. Within a year locals called him Worthy Yu. When Shi Le attacked Linlu, the elders planned and said, "Here there is Great Head Mountain, the most precipitous stronghold in the nine provinces. On it are traces left by men of antiquity; we can defend it together." As Emperor Hui withdrew westward the refugee band farmed the heights. They ate bark and moss until harvest and hoped to die untainted. At harvest he sent son Yu You downslope; the boy grew dizzy and plunged from the cliff. Those sheltering with him rushed to weep and said, "Heaven! Could you alone not spare our worthy man!" People of the time grieved for him and said, "Worthy Yu cut himself off from the dust and avoided the age, transcendent and far removed; he held firm in poverty and accepted hardship, eating from trees and living in the mountains. He did not share the world's glory and did not compete with others for profit, yet he still could not escape fate. How sad!"
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He embodied Poetry and Documents—speaking only rightly, aiding funerals, elders first. Clans idolized him; students carved him a stone.
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Four sons: You, Mie, Ze, Jun. One son arrived amid the harvest levy—names matched their births. Mie fled south and became attendant-in-waiting after the restoration. Mie's son Yuan governed Ancheng.
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Sun Gui
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Sun Gui, styled Wendu, of Fuchun, traced descent from general Sun Xiu of Wu. Not even a harsh word marred his boyhood. Gu Rong saw him and praised him, saying to the boy's maternal grandfather Xue Jian, "This child's spirit is clear and judicious, and his will is firm and upright; he is no ordinary child." Grown, he was frugal, learned, and unimpeachable even in the dark. Born to wealth he chose coarse cloth, farmed his fields, and never stopped chanting texts. Parents urged comfort but he rose before dawn and slept after dusk. At every meal he hovered beside his parents even when brothers served. River crossings frightened his father; Sun Gui carried his sedan and hid outside inns so hosts never fussed. He nursed a dying brother a year—every dose tasted, every shrine visited. Others' virtue delighted him like personal gain. Others' vice saddened him like personal loss. He fed the needy and refused neighborhood gifts. Needy elders bored neighbors—Sun Gui welcomed them. He shared quilts and bowls and stripped his cloak for them. When thieves stole his grain he hid until they fled, then harvested rice for them. Neighbors repented and never stole again.
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Hermit Yu Xi of Kuaiji commanded coastal renown. Sun Gui married Yu Xi's niece out of respect. Yu Xi told his daughter to live plainly beside Sun Gui. Neighbors compared them to Liang Hong and Meng Guang. Jiang Chun traveled from Dongyang for one banquet that lasted till dusk.
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He Chong and Cai Mo sought him—he refused both. A minister of state—pillar of the province—recommended him and court coaches raced to fetch him. He died at thirty-eight before answering—the realm wept. Before burial an unnamed elder in straw sandals rushed in and sobbed over the coffin. He vanished—features luminous, eyes square—mourners chased him. He strode off without looking back. A hundred locals swore his face was uncanny—none understood.
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Yan Han
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Yan Han, styled Hongdu, came from Shen in Langya. Grandfather Yan Qin served as palace attendant. Father Yan Mo governed Ruyin. Young Yan Han was known for duty and devotion. Brother Yan Ji died under a physician's care in Xianning. When the family went to receive the coffin, the funeral banner repeatedly wound around trees and could not be freed, and those drawing the bier stumbled and fell. They reported Ji's words, saying, "My allotted life is not yet over; it is only that I took too much medicine and injured my five viscera. Now I am about to come back to life; take care not to bury me." His father prayed to him, saying, "If you have the fate to return to life, would this not be what your flesh and blood desire! Now we only wish to bring you home; otherwise we will bury you." The catafalque loosened. When they returned, his wife dreamed of him, and he said, "I am about to come back to life; open the coffin quickly." She nearly believed it. Kin dreamed the same but the father forbade opening. Yan Han was still young at the time, but he said with emotion, "Extraordinary things existed in antiquity, and now the numinous has reached this point; compared with the pain of opening the coffin, how could we bear the fault of not opening it?" They opened the lid—Ji scratched weakly until nails tore—breath barely stirred. Months passed speechless; needs came through dreams. Kin exhausted themselves nursing until wives grew weary. Yan Han quit the world and nursed thirteen years indoors. Shi Chong's delicacies he refused. Someone asked the reason, and he answered, "The sick person is dim and confused, and the principle of life is not yet complete. Since he cannot take food, and also does not yet recognize others' kindness, if the gifts were mistakenly kept, how could that be the donor's intention!" Brother Ji never woke.
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Parents gone, brothers dead, blind sister-in-law Fan—he tasted every dose and visited formally dressed. Doctors wanted python gall—none could be found. A boy in blue left a pouch—inside lay snake gall. The messenger became a bluebird and flew off. The medicine cured her blindness. His fame spread.
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He refused provincial summons. Sima Yue, Prince of Donghai, named him tutor's secretary and Kaiyang magistrate. When Yuan-di camped at Xiapi Yan Han joined staff again. South of the river he governed Shangyu. He rose to prince's secretary, eastern pavilion libationer, then Dongyang governor. Named tutor to the crown prince for his scholar's honesty, he climbed to palace cadre, provincial classifier, chamberlain, and minister of finance. His role against Su Jun earned the Xiping marquisate, court attendantship, then Wu governorship. Wang Dao asked Yan Han, "Now that you are governing a famed commandery, what will you put first in policy?" He answered, "The royal armies move every year, and the registered households are depleted. Powerful houses north and south compete to recruit idle dependents; the state is exhausted while households grow rich. This is the worry of those in charge. For now we should summon them from powerful gates and make them return to farming and mulberry cultivation. Within several years I would like to make households sufficient and people well supplied; as for rites and music, I will await an enlightened governor." He ruled Wu with terse mercy, sharp judgment, and stern discipline. Wang Dao sighed and said, "When Lord Yan is in office, the people of Wu will fold their hands." Recall reached him before he took his Wu seat. He rose to academy libationer and chamberlain, then retired with age. Emperor Cheng piled honors—carriage posts, quilts, royal kitchens—all refused.
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Critics wanted officials to grovel because Wang Dao taught the throne. Grand Master of Ceremonies Feng Huai asked Yan Han about this. Han said, "Although Lord Wang is weighty, principle has no partial reverence; talk of lowering the rites may perhaps be suitable for you gentlemen. This rustic is old and does not understand current affairs." Afterward he told someone, "I have heard that when attacking a state, one does not ask a humane man. Just now Feng Zusi asked me for flattery; do I have perverse virtue?" Someone compared Shaozheng Mao to Robber Zhi. Someone said, "Although Shaozheng Mao was wicked, he did not go so far as to cut men open and abandon his meal; Robber Zhi was worse." Yan Han said, "When evil is manifest and exposed, people think to add punishment; hidden and concealed treachery is not punished unless there is a sage. From this point of view, Shaozheng Mao was worse." The hall agreed. Diviner Guo Pu offered him a reading. "Years belong to fate; effort defines character; integrity needs no oracle. Life answers itself—skip the shells." He spurned Huan Wen's match as hubris. Only Deng You won his trust. "He praised Zhou, Deng, and Bian—and dismissed the rest." So he weighed deeds over fame.
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He died at ninety-three after twenty quiet years. He asked for a plain coffin. Canonized as Jing. Funeral flames reversed—people called it heaven's nod to his virtue.
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Three sons—Mao, Qian, and Yue—carried the line. Each son earned office and renown.
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Liu Yin
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Liu Yin, styled Changsheng, hailed from Xinxing. Ancestor Liu Ling had been Han counselor of splendid virtue. Fatherless at seven he mourned beyond measure—three years without a smile. Great-grandmother Wang craved winter greens yet starved in silence. He pressed until she admitted hunger. Yin was nine years old at the time and wailed bitterly in the marsh, saying, "Yin's guilt and misfortune are deep and heavy; young as I am, I have met hardship and punishment, and with my grandmother in the hall I cannot provide even ten days' sustenance. I am a son, yet I cannot obtain what she longs for. August Heaven and Sovereign Earth, I beg you to show pity." His crying did not cease for half a day. Then suddenly there seemed to be someone saying, "Stop, stop your voice." Winter weeds burst from the mud—enough to feed her for the season. Another time, at night he dreamed that someone told him, "There is millet below the western fence." When he awoke and dug there, he obtained fifteen zhong of millet, with an inscription saying, "Seven years of millet, one hundred shi, to bestow on the filial son Liu Yin." The grain lasted seven years. Neighbors flooded him with grain and cloth. He took gifts promising repayment after fortune rose.
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簿 使 輿 姿 西
Capped, he commanded every classic—bold, austere, formidable. Kin and neighbors praised him. He refused clerkships to nurse kin. He spurned Sima You and Yang Hu. Zhang Xuanzi urged him to serve. "Those grandees are palace pillars. He compared himself to roof beams needing timber. Grandmother still lived—office would steal her care. Like Zengzi's excuse—care came first." Xuanzi said, "As you speak, how could ordinary men understand! From now on, sir, you shall be my teacher." He married Liu Yin his daughter. Xuanzi was a powerful clansman of Bingzhou, and his household was wealthy. His wife angrily said, "My daughter is only fourteen. With such appearance and understanding, why worry that she could not become consort to a duke or marquis? Why hastily marry her to Liu Yin!" Xuanzi said, "This is beyond your reach." He admonished his daughter, saying, "Liu Yin's utmost filial piety moves the unseen, and his talent and understanding surpass the age. This man will in the end reach far and become a famous lord of the age; you must serve him carefully." His bride served grandmother like kin. Their mourning shifted a blaze away from the coffin. White doves nested—his fame soared.
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駿 駿 殿姿
Yang Jun courted him—he cited mother. The court fed mother and son and waived taxes. He fled Sun Xi's summons under Sima Lun. Sima Jiong named him war council libationer. At audience Sima Jiong challenged him: "The former prince summoned you with an empty heart, yet you did not come. Now I summon you; how is it that you can bend?" Yin said, "Shizu answered the age as a great sage, and the former king aided the world with utmost virtue; since Yao and Shun were rulers and Ji and Xie were assistants, I hoped, as one man, to refuse a lord of a thousand chariots and make an unalterable plan. Happily I met an age of Tang and Yu, and therefore I did not fear punishment by axe and halberd. Now Your Highness, with divine martial power and sagely bearing, has removed cruelty and restored government, yet the traces of sagehood are somewhat rough, and stern majesty grows severe. If I were to do the same again, I fear I would bring on the execution of Huashi; therefore I did not dare not to come." Sima Jiong made him Xinxing governor.
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The Yongjia disaster delivered him to Liu Cong. Liu Cong raised him to chief minister ranks. Yin constantly warned his descendants, "The method for serving a ruler is to strive for subtle remonstrance. One should not even rebuke an ordinary man's faults to his face; how much less a lord of ten thousand chariots! The calamity of offending the countenance will make the ruler's fault manifest. Above, one should think of Duke Shao's duty of consultation; below, one should remember Bao Xun's execution for touching the scales." At Han Zhao court he stayed humble. He barred poseurs yet aided countless plaintiffs.
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Seven sons studied classics. His school dominated northern letters. He died full of years.
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Wang Yan
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西 祿 祿
Wang Yan, styled Yanyuan. He came from Xihe. Motherless at nine he mourned bloodily. Anniversaries brought weeks of tears. Stepmother stuffed his quilts with chaff. He hid her cruelty and grew more dutiful. She beat him bloody failing to fetch winter fish. He cracked river ice until a giant fish leaped forth. The miracle thawed her heart. He fanned beds in summer, warmed quilts in winter—parents ate best while he froze. Days laboring, nights reading—he mastered the canon. He refused honors to keep nursing parents. He mourned at the graves wearing only homespun from his silkworms. Amid turmoil he followed Liu Yuan to Pingyang and taught kin between furrows. He gave away a disputed calf without hesitation. Even after restitution he let the neighbor keep the calf. At sixty he entered Liu Cong's service and rose to chief minister rank. He spurned Jin Zhun's coup plot. Jin Zhun murdered the imperial clan and offered Yan high office—Yan cursed him and died for it.
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Wang Tan
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Wang Tan came from Wucheng. His father fell to neighbor Dou Du when Wang Tan was ten. He hid his vendetta and stalked Dou Du weaponless. At eighteen he hid iron spades under farm tools. He ambushed Dou beneath the bridge and killed him with a spade. Prefect Kong Yan pardoned him for righteous revenge. He tended patron Kong Yan's tomb after Sun En slew Kong's sons. Prefect Kong Yin cited him as filial exemplar. He stayed home until death.
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Sang Yu
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Sang Yu, styled Zishen, hailed from Liyang. Father Sang Chong served at court with foresight. Prince Yong named Chong marshal. Sang Chong quit Yong's staff within ten days. Yu's benevolence and filial piety came from Heaven. At fourteen he lost his father; he wasted himself beyond the rites, using only one hundred grains of rice each day to thicken his weed soup. His elder sister admonished him, saying, "If you waste yourself like this, you will surely destroy your nature. To destroy one's nature is not filial; you should restrain and cut back your grief." Yu said, "Weeds mixed with rice are enough to bear my grief." Thieves stole melons from his orchard. He cleared thorns so thieves would not hurt themselves fleeing. Thieves returned fruit ashamed. He gifted every melon. An innmate blamed him for stolen jerky. He paid with his coat in silence. The host said, "This lodging has several times lost fish, meat, chickens, and ducks; most were stolen by foxes. Why do you suspect a man?" They recovered meat near graves. He refused his cloak back.
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His brothers served Later Zhao—he refused alien masters until mourning trapped him. He mourned beside mother's grave. Shi Le named him Wucheng magistrate. Coastal post suited his escape plan. Prefect Liu Zheng made him aide. When Liu fell ill Sang Yu ran the prefecture. Later Zhao chaos brought recruiters offering Qingzhou—Sang Yu refused glory. "He said rank meant nothing." He stayed coastal and cut ties with rival courts. He served usurpers yet kept clean hands. He died in harness.
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He Qi
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He Qi, styled Wanlun, was He Chong's cousin. Grandfather He Kan led the rear army. Father He Fu governed Huainan interior. Fatherless at fourteen he mourned fiercely. Bookish anchorite of Xuancheng—devoted son. He took petty posts to feed mother. He refused Wang Dao. Mother's funeral caught fire—he clung to the coffin weeping on the floor. Wind shifted—the hall survived untouched. "After mourning he renounced office—parents gone. Why polish ambition for an empty court?" He lived on classics and music. He shared famine and feast with neighbors. He sold his lone maid to ransom his sister. He accepted gifts only to give them away. He acted by conscience alone. Lu Wan and Huan Wen failed to recruit him. Imperial doctorate summons went unanswered. Prince Jianwen wanted him—pleaded illness. Twice summoned court gentleman—ignored. The elite idolized his stubborn virtue. Huan Wen once climbed a boundary mountain in Qi County, sighed deeply, and said, "South of this mountain there is a man; Lord He truly knows contentment!" He wrote histories and essays past eighty. He died at eighty-two.
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Wu Kui
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Wu Kui hailed from Wuxing. Famine killed thirteen kin—neighbors buried them in rush mats. Destitute pair fired bricks by night and labored by day among beasts. In one year he raised seven tombs for thirteen dead. He refused funeral gifts. Prefect Zhang Chong honored him formally. He died at home.
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Closing commentary by the historians.
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Historians: honoring parents anchors ritual; filial devotion defines human ethics. Sheng Yan moved heaven with tears. Wang Pou's thunder oath shook readers. He ranks with Dong Yong and Cai Shun. Xu Zi's mourning moved birds and beasts. Yu Gun modeled plague-era courage. Sun Gui and Wang Tan moved gods and judges alike. Liu Yin's miracles fed scholars. Wang Yan rivals Huang Xiang's filial lore. All exemplars join one humane chorus.
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Encomium: virtue draws heaven's echo. How Wang and Xu longed endlessly. Tears stained trees where hawks nested. Li Mi, Sheng Yan, Xia Fang, Yu Gun showed pure hearts. Sun Gui and Yan Han polished grace. Their friendship lit every ode. Liu Yin's doves and Wang Yan's fish blessed heirs. Wang Tan and Sang Yu carried humane truth. Their purity fills these annals.
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