The kitchen is empty, the mice are hungry, and they will bite the autumn curtain at night.
The greedy man's livelihood is only yellow, and he gets it by begging for a cicada.
Lu You's poem "Cats in the Village" is a game with Cher's name as the poem.
Like a tiger, it can edge wood, like a pony, it can't bend over.
But knowing that the empty rat hole has no intention of serving fish.
Mint is always drunk and warm at night.
Old boys, a former life, accompanied me to my old mountain village.