Sigh the verse of 2020

2020 is the Year of the Rat. I recommend Li Shangyin to lament two ancient poems of the Year of the Rat:

1. Midnight by Li Shangyin

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, I sleep, and I want to smoke for Frost Moon.

Fighting rats in class, bats come out, and the jade piano moves against the window strings.

2. "Anding Tower" Li Shangyin

There are tall buildings on the high wall, which are shoals in the water outside the children.

Young and promising Jia Yi shed tears in vain, and Chundeng Temple once again made a trip to Wang Can.

I often yearn for the freedom of the old people in the rivers and lakes after retirement, and I want to travel to a different world.

I don't know what rotten mice taste like, but I guess the chickens haven't stopped.

For reference.