What scripts with ancient poems are there in the sketch?

Storm of ancient poetry

Character: Zhang Shao? A man? 34 years old? entrepreneur

Liu er? A man? 34 years old? entrepreneur

Zhang Hong? Woman? 33 years old? Bank clerk

Li Xiao? Woman? 1 1 year? student

Location: Random

Shao: Hi, Liu Er, long time no see!

Liu: How do you have time to chat with me?

Shao: Actually, it's not that I want to chat with you. I just came to ask you a question.

Liu: Is there any problem?

Shao: I have been fascinated by stories recently. I learned a little from my son's book and found it interesting. I want to buy a story book, but I don't know where it is cheap.

Liu: You are so stingy!

Shao: I'll read you what you say. I just finished learning the ancient poems in my son's book yesterday.

Liu: OK. {Pick up the cup and get ready to drink}

Shao: Listen: Spring Sleep.

Mume smells the flowers.

Lying on a branch hurts and hates it to the end.

Far away, like water,

Eduardo Chun Lv.

The coast is green.

The coast seems to be green,

The shore is like a dark green.

Liu: {I was drinking water and suddenly came out} What is this? Are you sure there is such a poem?

Shao: Of course!

Liu: Would you like me to translate "I am stupid" for you?

Mume smells the flowers. = I have no education,

Lying on a branch hurts and hates it to the end. =? I have a low IQ,

Lying in the distance like water, = Ask me who I am,

Eduardo Chun Lv. ? = A big donkey.

The coast is green. I am a donkey,

The coast seems to be green, = I am a donkey,

The shore is as green as a daisy = I am an ass.

Shao: How can you insult this poem like this?

Liu: {sissy} Oh, my poor little Shao Shao, I made you feel bad.

Zhang Hong took his daughter Li Xiao onto the stage.

Li Xiao: Mom, let's go home! Li Xiao took his mother's hand and walked between Zhang Shao and Liu Er.

Shao: Hello, this little classmate and her mother, please come here.

Li Xiao: What's the matter, uncle?

Shao: Do you know Bei's ancient poems?

Li Xiao: Of course.

I was just about to recite Spring when Liu Er interrupted me.

Liu: It turns out that this poem was only remembered when I vomited.

Li Xiao: Uncle, please don't interrupt me.

Liu: All right, don't recite it. Go home and cook.