The Lord is like the sky and everything is spring, and I forget myself.
It's even more tiring to pay off debts after a hundred years.
Buried bones are green hills, and rain alone hurts the body.
It is more important to be brothers with you for life.
The frosty night in Baitai is bleak, and the wind is low.
The dream is like a deer around Yunshan, and the soul is like a chicken.
The rhinoceros horn is really my son in my eyes, and the cow behind me is a shame to my wife.
Where do centenarians wander? Tongxiang knows where western Zhejiang is buried.