At the age of eight, I lost my father and mother.
The family abandoned books and read.
Put ducks, ghosts and beasts in the dark,
During the day, I endured the poison of my brother.
Fortunately, there are many turtles and eels in the field.
Grab the money and live.
Since ancient times, poor people have looked down on each other.
At that time, I tasted the loneliness in the world.
Having three sons is a great burden,
The rope tightens the bone.
Father, how can you expect to study?
It's up to you to sell iron
We are buried in the rock in our hearts,
The breeze and bright moon flow in Gusu.
My father was too tired to speak,
I had spots on my temples before I was 50.
Describing this summer as particularly thin,
It's not sour to teach me how to cry.