Poetry under Zhengyangmen Gate

The tea smells good, the wine is gone, the friends get together, and then go back upstairs.

This matter is small and boundless, and that is the biggest sentence in the world: Love the culture of China people. This is the virtue of old Beijingers.

Listen to birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn, snow in winter, chess in the day, flute in the moonlight, and sculls in the mountain wind.

In the next life, we love each other. Holding hands for a hundred years is willing to wait for this life. Half a century, I am willing to wait. Never give up or regret, everything will be fine. Under the front door, men will eventually succeed.

Life is between heaven and earth, not more than seven feet high, but it is a hundred years old. There is no distinction between high and low.

Broken people, prostitutes, people are not cheap, and goods are not broken.

There are many good books and many famous mountains and monks in the world.

There are thousands of buildings in Qian Qian, eight feet of sleep, a headrest and the biggest heart.

Adopting a son without teaching is like raising a donkey, and adopting a daughter without teaching is like raising a pig. Don't be the enemy of the villain, the villain has his own enemy.

Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

Knock and knock when looking for a husband, and inquire when looking for a wife. It is wrong to comb your hair early in the morning, and it is also wrong to marry a husband.

Farting leads to turning, and immorality leads to smoking.

If you want to die quickly, just kick it.

What a wonderful life! If I hadn't died, I wouldn't have seen this scene.