There once lived a scholar by the name of Dongguo, who was known for his compassion.
Once I saw a man travelling on foot at Lvliang. He saw a boat, and offered the boat-owner fifty coins to take him to Pengmen.
When King Xuan of Qi* called for reed pipe music, he would have three hundred men playing at the same time.
A man had a withered plane tree. “It’s unlucky to keep a withered tree,” said his neighbour, an old man.