The following passage is taken from that ancient book.

From the 38th Story of Heroes of Children: "Young bachelors are the teachers of the world, and old men meet poor tourists", a storyteller's lyrics: drums meet the first sound, and Zheng Mo rings. Listen carefully, life is like a dream. Spring flowers and autumn moons are worn, and canggou Baiyun is abnormal. I am so weak that I can't decide what to do. Make up some lies and think of him as a morning bell. The judge said that the emperor was miserable and busy when he abdicated, which confused Qin at once. The dust in the six dynasties was empty, and the small theaters in the five dynasties fought. Li Tang Song Zhao braved the wind and waves. How many monks and white geese have arrived, and they have all become paper articles! The most difficult to escape, fame and fortune, copper mountains, iron coupons, monuments have long seen sharpening. The work is difficult to do well, but the broken coral wine is not cold. The most bitter hero in a thousand years. If I know, I will walk out of Qishan with all my infatuation! How much like him, farming and weaving! How can he be like him? A plow map, a machine and a hoe are all Optimus Prime. Pray in spring and report incense in autumn three times, and drink wax? Half a pot of wine. The children beat the drums to welcome the new year. The family smiled and said,' The official rent is over'! Try your best to catch fish with firewood, lean on the green hills and puddles, and carry the brilliant afterglow with your hands. Net to fat mandarin fish to boil ginger, cut loose and burn leaves. I dare to make the princes laugh. When I was drunk, I sang a crazy song, and I suddenly looked up at the height of Xiaotian. Shepherd boy, comfortable, crossing the bridge, lying in the shade, enjoying the cool short bamboo hat. The whip shadow of the setting sun hangs outside the sun, and the spring rain flute is red apricot. It's best to ride an ox steadily in the world. Going home for dinner the next day, rice porridge smells delicious. Envy the high wind, live in seclusion in the mountains, be afraid of getting ahead, and enjoy the mountains. When I am free, I recruit apes and cranes into three friends, and I am proud of poetry books at five o'clock. Clouds do not prevent plum blossom fragrance from fading. Don't ask about the prosperity and waste in front of you, and don't mention Pirui Spring and Autumn! Break the city of sorrow, have a glass of wine, find a place to stay, go to the old wine, and the drinkers will do everything in the world. In the hexagrams, the odd couple are idle, and the leaves are withered for glory. Pour your money on a thousand drunks. I'm not afraid you're stunned, so how can I treat him like a deep sleep! Old monk, so fast, with frosty sideburns, looks like a child. He needs to shave his hair. Bodhi realized that it was not a tree, and the mirror hung in the air. Is that a platform? It's okay for clams to stick in their mouths. I just care about my troubles. I feel like a Buddha for no reason! Learn from immortals, be a Taoist, step on awning shoes, tie your hair, and hang gourds on one shoulder. Dantou doesn't sell Chinese medicine, which means taking a break and talking about flowers in an instant. Fate is an immortal law. I heard that he knows nothing, but where can I find him? The drums are beating, and the beating is getting lower and lower. The song will end, the drums are beating, and the west wind is blowing hard and crying. "Three Stories of Yangguan" is sad, while Du Lao's "Seven Sorrow" is a poem that complains about others. There are infinite heroic tears in it. Pick up the gossip and return the new words to him! Listen to this gossip, not just chatting. Birds are thrown into the forest, and the afterglow is swallowed up. I want to stay, sing this feeling and go back to the mountains!