On the day when Li's mansion, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, welcomed back his abandoned lady, the stone lions in front of the mansion were all covered with red silk.
>Sister-in-law held my hand and spoke softly: "Mother Yun, this will always be your home."
>Later, it was these same hands that I personally pushed into the woodshed of Zizhu Temple.
>When my nephew Rui Geer saved his rations and smuggled them to the nunnery, I was putting the silver ingot into the gangster's palm: "Keep your hands and feet clean."
>Ten years later, he returned home in a python robe. I hid behind the firewood pile and heard him ask my father: "My mother's body is still cold, how can you reunite the whole family?"
>That night in the Buddhist hall, there were white silk hangings hanging from the beams, and the woodshed was cut out with daggers.
>When he cut himself with a sword in front of his mother's grave, his blood soaked the Haechi supplement given by him.
>The emperor was furious and Zhu Piran revealed the imperial edict: "Execute the three Li clans - to warn the world!"
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Intention: reflection on filial piety