Ancient cursing poems

The ancient poems of cursing are as follows:

I. The Book of Songs, Wind and Mouse

Mice have skin, but people have no tools. What is immortality without instrument!

Rats have teeth, but people never stop. There is no end to people and no end to death!

Rats have bodies, but people are rude. If you are rude, Hu will not die!

Second, "Seven Steps Poetry"

Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.

Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

Third, "Children's Poems"

Everyone wants to be smart when adopting a son, and I have been delayed by being smart all my life.

I only hope that this child is honest and honest, and there is no disaster and no difficulty in reaching the public.

Fourth, "Poetry of National subjugation"

The flag was hung on the city, and my concubine learned it in the palace?

One hundred and forty thousand people were disarmed, and none of them were men!

Five, "The play is six quatrains, the second one"

"Lu" and "Lu" are the highest achievements of their creation under the conditions of that time.

After the life of your generation has all turned to dust, nothing will hurt the torrent flowing to the endless river.

Six, "Yong Zhen"

A thousand hammers, a needle, a piece of cloth that goes up and down,

Eyes on the ass, only clothes, not people.

Seven, "miscellaneous feeling"

The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.

The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.

Nine out of ten people are contemptible, and none is a scholar.

Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.

Eight, "A Dream of Red Mansions in Spring"

My son is a Zhongshan wolf. If he succeeds, he will be crazy.

The golden boudoir is full of flowers and willows, and she goes to Huang Liang with one load.

IX. Li Yong

Dapeng rose with the wind one day and rocked to Wan Li.

If the wind weakens, it can still lift away the turbulent current.

When the world saw my unchanging tone, it sneered at all my big words.

Fu Xuan can still fear the afterlife, but her husband can't be young.