Poetry related to money

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Selling things, Ricky.

I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! -Kim, here's the money

Master, what do you mean by less money? Go buy wine and we'll drink it together! -Money, is that clear?

Gone with the wind grows up and hates less pleasure. I would like to love a daughter and smile-gold is money.

Everyone is embarrassed by life, and who can't see money-money, right?

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village-it costs money to buy wine.

Ann can make faces and serve the powerful, and these people will never be shown an honest face-an expensive and money face.

That's all I can think of