there are many old roots in a tree, but there are many old sayings. Don't be disrespectful of the old man.
you are rich and strong, with mules, horses and sheep. Joining the club seems to have suffered a loss, and the poor have touched your light. Clap your chest and think about it. Did people feed wolves? The old man has an account in his heart, and it's a long story to mention it.
your father and your mother came to escape from the famine, and one shoulder pole and two baskets. You were as hungry as a pencil necked, with three tendons carrying a head. The landlord forced the rent and the debt, provoking his children to run away from the customs. The poor people in the world are heart to heart, taking your family in our village. A spring rain is everywhere, and relatives of the Eighth Route Army have come. The landlord divided the land, and your father became the director of the peasant association. When he died, he told me his confidence: I am not lucky to live long, and the children are catching up with socialism. I didn't expect you to have money these days, so you can join the club and step on two boats. Cotton brains and tofu hearts, fooling around with rich peasants. When he says it's a lamp, you add oil. When he says it's a temple, you kowtow. The agricultural society is as good as anything. Where are you going with the rich peasants? You eat food outside your stomach, change wine and meat and sell it. I want to store food as a grain merchant and support your family to starve to death. If the heart is weak, the snake will swallow the elephant, and the scar will forget the injury.
a seedling in a thousand acres of land, a cooperative is our treasure. Listen carefully to the words of the party, and your heart is like a lamp in your hand. You polish your eyes and look carefully, and you will become a member when you realize it.