Moral three emperors and five emperors
Become famous in Xia Houshang week
Five tyrants and seven chivalrous men make trouble in the spring and autumn
Instantaneous rise and fall
A few lines of Qingshi surname
There are countless barren hills in Beimang.
Predecessors sow before they reap.
Say what, enter the dragon?
In fact, the "moral three emperors and five emperors" is the book cap of storytelling, which made Degang Guo think of cross talk. The fixed-scene poems in cross talk should be lively and humorous, with the purpose of catching the audience as soon as they come up, which is why they are called "fixed-scene" poems.
Now I present two, which I listened to and arranged for the owner.
one
Seen from a distance,
Looking closely, fluttering and swaying,
Not a gourd, not a gourd,
Run wildly in the water.
Some people say it's fish belly,
Some people say it's a urine bubble (read Sui cannon first and then whisper)
The two men bet that they would look at the river.
It turned out that a monk was taking a bath there.
two
It snows heavily in December,
The old couple slept on a hot kang.
The old man wants to sleep on the kang.
The old woman won't let me, won't let me, won't let me.
The old man picked up the ash rake,
My wife picked up a rolling pin.
Bang, bang, bang, it's dawn,
It's so hot,
Nobody sleeps.
Others are:
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
It costs money to go to Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou.
It's freezing, and hydrangeas are rolling all over the ground.
Steamed buns, but not steamed buns.
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The old road is thin, the sun is setting, and the heartbroken people are in the hospital.
A son steals his father, and a horse with thin hair and fat hoofs is not a thief.
The blind uncle married the blind grandmother, and the old couple spent most of their lives without seeing anyone.
Law-abiding and melancholy, strong and singing at night,
It is fair and hungry to ride a mule at the expense of others.
Repair bridges and roads, blind people, murder and arson,
I went to the Western Heaven to ask my Buddha, and the Buddha said, I can't help it!
Wine is enterotoxin, color is bone scraper,
Wealth is the root of trouble, gas is smokeless artillery.
No wine, no banquet, colorless human extinction,
You can't move without money, and you will be bullied without gas.