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【II】\n\nXi Shi, holding her heart in pain; Sun Shou, with a slender waist so vain.\nLing Zhe, supporting the carriage wheel; Wei Ke, with grass knots to seal.\nYi Shao, pouring out his heart; Ping Zi, falling over in mirth.\nDan Tai, destroying the jade disc; Zi Han, refusing treasure as his risk.\nDong Ping, doing good deeds; Si Ma, praising his noble creeds.\nGong Chao, in the misty market; Lu Ban, with cloud ladders, spirits lifted.\nTian Dan, with fire-oxen array; Jiang You, setting chickens ablaze in fray.\nCai Yi, perishing to stop a thief; Zhang Liao, halting a child's grief.\nChen Ping, with many carriage tracks; Li Guang, a path where virtue attracts.\nChen Zun, throwing away the linchpin; Shan Jian, drunk and carried in.\nYuan Ke, weeping pearls from the deep; Jiao Fu, parting with his jade to keep.\nGong Sheng, unyielding to the end; Sun Bao, self-impeachment to defend.\nLü An, inscribing the phoenix gate; Zi You, visiting Dai, a friend so great.\nDong Xuan, stiff-necked and bold; Zhai Huang, speaking truth untold.\nJi Chang, piercing a flea with skill; Yang You, hailed as ape-king still.\nFeng Yan, returning to his home; Zhang Zhao, blocking his gate alone.\nSu Shao, a ghostly spirit; Lu Chong, a marriage in the nether, near it.\nZhen, fearing the four who know; Bing, leaving three temptations to forgo.\nLiu Xia, upholding the right way; Shu Ao, with hidden virtue's sway.\nZhang Tang, with clever accusations; Du Zhou, with harsh prosecutions.\nThree Kings, governing the capital; Two Bao, correcting evils all.\nSun Kang, reading by snow's light; Che Yin, gathering fireflies bright.\nLi Chong, with four library sections; Jing Chun, mastering five directions.\nGu Yong, skilled with brush and scroll; Gu Kaizhi, with paintings that console.\nDai Kui, smashing his cherished lute; Xie Fu, answering stars, resolute.\nRuan Xuan, with coins on his staff; Bi Zhuo, beneath the wine vat's laugh.\nWen Bo, ashamed of the turtle stew; Meng Zong, sending pickled fish, true.\nShi Dan, on the green rush mat; Zhang Zhan, with white horse, wise and fat.\nYin Zhi, moved by neighbors' plight; Wang Xiu, halting the sacrifice rite.\nRuan Fang, one of eight talents fine; Jiang Jiong, among four villains malign.\nHua Xin, defying the decree; Chen Qun, with a worried visage to see.\nWang Jun, hanging his sword high; Ding Gu, with a pine tree reaching the sky.\nJiang Wei, with courage like a fight; Lu Zhi, with a bell-like tone so bright.\nHuan Wen, with bones of rare might; Deng Ai, with ambitions taking flight.\nYang Xiu, quick in reply; Luo You, silent memory, sharp and spry.\nDu Kang, who first brewed wine; Cang Jie, who made characters divine.\nChu Li, a wise counselor's mind; Bian Shao, a library of classics enshrined.\nTeng Gong, a fine city's grace; Wang Guo, a stone cliff's embrace.\nMai Qi, ashamed to remarry; Ze Shi, breaking fast, a burden to carry.\nMa Hou, in coarse cloth arrayed; Meng Guang, with a thorn hairpin displayed.\nYan Shu, holding a candle's light; Song Hong, refusing to unite.\nDeng Tong, with a copper mountain; Guo Kuang, a golden fountain.\nQin Peng, with a carriage's frame; Hou Ba, lying on the track, his aim.\nChunyu, with a heated axle's glow; Yan Guo, with eloquent words that flow.\nTai Zhen, with a jade terrace high; Wu Zi, with a golden fence nearby.\nWu Ma, under stars at night; Mi Jian, playing the lute with delight.\nHao Lian, leaving coins behind; Lei Yi, sending gold, so kind.\nFeng Meng, hanging up his hat; Hu Zhao, discarding his pin, just like that.\nWang Qiao, with a pair of wild ducks; Hua Tuo, with five animal stances and plucks.\nCheng Miao, with clerical script; Shi Zhou, with large seal script, equipped.\nWang Cheng, with a fish thief's plight; Bing Ji, noting an ox's panting light.\nJia Cong, lifting the carriage curtain; Guo He, revealing his cap, certain.\nFeng Yuan, facing a bear with grace; Ban Nü, declining the palanquin's space.\nWang Chong, browsing the market's lore; Dong Sheng, behind curtains, learning more.\nPing Shu, with powdered face so bright; Hong Zhi, with skin like snow, pure and light.\nYang Sheng, with a yellow sparrow's aid; Mao Zi, with a white turtle displayed.\nSu Liu, picking mulberry leaves; Qi Shi, worrying over sunflowers' griefs.\nWei Xian, with a basket full; Xia Hou, picking up mustard, wonderful.\nRuan Jian, carefree and grand; Yuan Dan, handsome and bold, so grand.\nSu Wu, holding his envoy's staff; Zheng Zhong, refusing to bow and laugh.\nGuo Ju, about to bury his son; Dong Yong, selling himself, duty done.\nZhong Lian, leaping into the sea; Fan Li, sailing on the lake, free.\nWen Bao, binding willow strips; Wen Shu, cutting rushes for his scripts.\nBo Dao, without a child to raise; Ji Shao, never alone in praise.\nLü Zhu, leaping from the tower; Wen Jun, serving wine with power.\nYi Yin, carrying a cauldron's weight; Ning Qi, tapping his horn, his fate.\nZhao Yi, in hardship and despair; Yan Si, in misfortune, stripped bare.\nGong Sui, encouraging the farm; Wen Weng, promoting learning's charm.\nYan Yu, strutting with pride; Wu Lu, towering, side by side.\nXiao Zhu, tying official sashes; Wang Gong, dusting off hats, in flashes.\nPang Tong, showing his steed's might; Chou Lan, perching like an eagle in flight.\nGe Liang, visiting the thatched hut; Han Xin, ascending the altar, strut.\nWang Bao, with cypress so bleak; Min Sun, in thin clothes, weak.\nMeng Tian, inventing the brush; Cai Lun, making paper, in a rush.\nKong Ji, in a worn-out robe; Ji Zun, with a cloth cover, probe.