Xiehouyu, riddle, poem

Four beams of cotton-can't talk (play)

A tiger pulls a cart-who dares?

Verse: row against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

After all, the world is just a small place.

In the faint moonlight, the geese flew high, and Shan Yu escaped at night. Song of the plug

Riddle: Goodbye (type a word; (view)

Hollow tree, solid bud, seedless and flowerless. (Beat one) (Bamboo).