The Master sighed and said, "I am with Dian.

The original text is "Dian, how are you doing?" The drums and harp are sparse, the clang is er, and the harp is written without the harp. He said to him: "It is different from the writings of the three disciples." Confucius said: "What's the harm? Everyone said it. His ambition." He said: "In late spring, when the spring clothes are ready, five or six people are crowned, and six or seven boys are bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind, singing and returning." The master sighed and said, "I am here with you. "

Translation: "Zeng Dian, how are you?" Zeng Xi was nearing the end of playing the piano. He put down the piano with a clang, stood up and said, "I am different from the three of them." Confucius said, "Tell me something." What does it matter? They are just talking about their own ambitions." Zeng Dian said: "In late spring, in March, I gathered about five or six people and took six or seven children with me to bathe by the Yishui River and on the high slope. The wind blew on me and I sang songs all the way back." The master sighed and said, "I appreciate Zeng Dian's taste."