a cavity full of blood is diligent and precious, and it can still be turned into a blue peach if spilled.
Many heroes seek for their husbands' illness, and they shed tears at chongling's noisy crows.
When do you shed tears on Jiang Nanyu and weep for Simin?
storks sing in the yard, while women sigh in the room. Sweep the dome and smother it, and I'll get it.
Let the wind be a pioneer, and let the rain sprinkle dust;
it's better to be comfortable than not to come, and I care about it, sweeping it in the kitchen and giving it back to you.
these are all lines and poems, and there are many more.