Poetry of honor and disgrace

You shoot one, I shoot one, and you must remember the eight honors and eight disgraces.

You shoot two, I shoot two, and it is unforgivable to harm the motherland.

You shoot three, I shoot three, and it is uneasy to deviate from the people.

You clap four, I clap four, ignorance is the most shameful.

You shoot five, I shoot five, it's shameful to relax and hate work.

You shoot six, I shoot six, hurting others and hurting yourself is really shy.

You clap seven, I clap seven, and abandon it when you see profit and forget righteousness.

You shoot eight, I shoot eight, breaking the law and discipline.

You shoot nine, I shoot nine, I am too extravagant to live easily.

You shoot ten, I shoot ten, knowing shame does not deteriorate.