I am a humble room, but I am virtuous;
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Others laugh that I am too crazy, and I laugh that others can't see through it; There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.
This is a cloud that keeps out the rain. There is no need to count them. However, you see, the ancient Guan Zhong, the rich and poor gentleman's Bao Shuya, was abandoned like dirt.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are paid in a joke.