Please write a poem praising cows!

One ox can replace seven people

Across the river, Hengzhou is ten miles of green, and there are countless oxen blooming in the spring.

The road across the road is as high as the bank, and people ride on oxen. The back is as stable as a boat

Ten miles away from Pingchuan, people return home late, countless cattle and sheep play the wind of a flute

The straw rope is tied through the nose and the firewood door is tied, and no one is breathing to ask about right and wrong

Gold If I can sow it, my strength will never stop

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

——"Drunk Song" Li Bai