A poem praising beef

Bank of communications

[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.