"Five Songs: Eating Fish" (Lu Guimeng)
The spring drought in the south of the Yangtze River has no lakes for fish, and the fish has not been fishy for a long time. Today there is a customer selling bream.
I can see that my hand is longer than a foot. Hu'er pounded the red lotus rice, which was ten times heavier.
And make Wu Geng for breakfast, and lie down under the sunny eaves to expose your back to the cold. There are many enemies and enemies, but only heroes are used without writing. Fighting is like chanting at dawn, so as to accompany the white birds in Cangzhou.