"At the age of thirteen, I can weave, and at the age of fourteen, I can learn to tailor. Fifteen plays and sixteen poems. Seventeen years old is the wife of a gentleman, and her heart is often bitter and sad. Since you are a government official, you are loyal to your chastity. My concubine has a spare room, and we often meet less and less. Chickens crow into the weave and can't rest every night. It's too late to tame five horses in three days, my Lord. If you don't knit late, your wife will have a hard time! I can't bear to be driven away, but there's nothing I can do. You can send it back for nothing. "