There are thousands of volumes hidden in the belly of poetry and books, and there is no one beside the bed with money strings. Where does this poem come from? There must be something wrong! quick

From Zheng Banqiao, it is said that: the wind rises and the moon faints, and the hard-working gentleman comes to the cold. There are ten thousand volumes of poetry books hidden in dantian, and there is not a single money string on the bedside. Don't be surprised by the yellow-tailed dog when you go out. Climb over the wall to avoid the green flowerpot. It's late at night, put away your ambition and go home.

There is also a song: The drizzle is raining and the night is sinking, and the gentleman on the beam enters our door, with thousands of books in his belly and no gold or silver in his bed. Don't scare the yellow-tailed dog when you go out, jump over the wall and don't damage the orchid flowerpot. It was not as cold as wearing clothes, so I caught up with the giant in the moonlight.