A hungry chicken steals the rice and a boy beats it with a bucket; a summer rat cools Liang and the guests are startled by coughing.
No mountain can be as good as Wushan, but how can water be as clear as a river?
When Jia Dao got drunk, he was not pretending to be drunk. Liu Ling drank all the wine without leaving any trace.
Lighting up lamps, everyone climbed up to the pavilion to study books, moved their chairs and leaned against the tung trees to admire the moon together.
The girl ate the duck head, which was salty, and the girl disliked it;
The boy hit the tung seeds, and the tung seeds fell, which made the boy happy.