There is a sentence in Dugu Dang's "Moyu'er" - a magpie on a high branch, distinguishing between black and white in a humble nest, looking at the world leisurely. Both branches sing fairy music day and night, not in love with the chicken coop, not envious of the cranes soaring into the sky.
"Two Swallows"
After the little peach faded, a pair of swallows flew to several families. The light smoke is dim at dawn, and the dusk clouds on the Xiang River are far away. The lingering cold outside the curtain has not yet curled up, and the sun slants into the depths of the red building. The prime minister occupied the carved beam, as if he had made an appointment to keep it for a long time. Worthy of mention. Graceful green feathers. The bank of willows, the fragrance of mud and the plum rain. The falling flowers are soft in the wind, and the red flowers are flying in the air. How many murmuring thoughts. Jin Hinata and Liu Ying sued separately. Who can speak thousands of words even if he has crossed the short wall?