Year: Ming Author: Liu Renben
I only retired from Shanghai last year, and this year I wore the South Crown.
The spring breeze in Rongyin Lane is old, and the balcony of Lizi is dry.
A few old bottles of wine, ten years past is an obstacle.
In retrospect, I admire Tiantai Road. A guest is playing the flute opposite the jade raft.
A gift for Wu Qishan.
Year: Modern Author: Lu Xun
After living in Shanghai for 20 years, I can see China every day;
Don't take medicine when you are sick, but read when you are bored.
A wide face has changed, and more and more people are beheaded.
Suddenly into the wild, there is no Amitabha in the south.
Trip to Japan
Year: Ming Author:
Last year, Japanese slaves robbed Shanghai, and this year they came to Suzhou.
Double knives and arrows flew around, and the weeds on the edge of the city were covered with blood.
Among the five counties, Chen Wang is outside, and there has been no police since Hongwu.
Since the demon Xiao lost his cultivation, he beat the drums and knocked on the gold.
At the fairs in April and May, Ding Qian noticed the trend of going to town.
Do loyal subjects sit unarmed and persuade him to run amok?