The magistrate of a county smiled, took out a post with pipa written on it from his pocket, and chanted, Loquat is not this pipa, but only hates poor literacy. I can't think of the following words at the moment. There happened to be a guest present. Seeing this, he continued to say a few words. If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, all the pipes in the city will be open. Hearing this, the magistrate was surprised.
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In the story of loquat, pipa and fart bug, a loquat tree was planted in front of the pipa line. Every summer, if the fruit can't be eaten, I will cook some loquat cream and can it for drinking in winter. There are many fart bugs on loquat trees. Whenever night falls, they come out of the loquat leaves, sit up on the loquat core, listen to the beautiful pipa playing, fall asleep slowly, and forget to go home on the leaves.
The next morning, just before dawn, Pipa boss went to pick loquats to make paste and put farts in the basket. I didn't see them. When I was washing, my fart was awakened, but I didn't have time to climb away. In the pot where loquat is cooked together, the fart bug is like this, in loquat cream. After freezing in the jar, the boss took it out and tasted it. He always felt a strange smell, but he couldn't tell what it was. Even the jar containing loquat cream was thrown into the trash can.