(Zhang)
Zou Rong, my little brother, Mix is as old as him. Cut the knife to the pig's tail quickly and bring the beef as dry food. Heroes sneak into prison, and the world grieves for you. Death will also help, a great glorious death!
Second, drinking in the suburbs.
[Song] Hua Yue
The thatched cottage is separated by a small bridge, and the green curtain hangs obliquely on the waist of the bamboo fence. Boil the pig's head and break the skin, and the beef scales burn with bones. Village wine does not invite guests to get drunk, but wild flowers are fascinating. You don't have to support the bright moon when you go home, only the west wind borrows the evening tide.