This is a poem by Su Shi who laughs at Su Xiaomei: three or five steps before going out of the hall, first go to the painting hall; I finally wiped my tears several times, leaving two springs.
Tian Ping Road is 3,000 wide, and it is very happy from afar; Last year, a tear of acacia never reached my cheek.
This is Su Xiaomei's counterattack: grass grows on his lips and his hair is even apricot; The quarrel was nowhere to be found, and suddenly I heard Li Mao's voice.