My winning couplet: I don’t ask for three liters of rice in my home, I just want a ray of green in my garden. Whispering on the Internet, why did you forget your meal and tea? The magpie bridge is infinitely good, and the red beans spit out their youth. (Writer Publishing House of "Three Hundred Poems on Red Beans") The purple air surrounds the building and the willow leaves are fat, and the fine wine in the cup touches your heart. Colorful butterflies danced in front of the door, and the reed music played softly in the hall. "Returning to Hometown Occasionally" The above are all my own works.