There is a poem, which was read as cursing (homophonic reading) and cursing myself. I remember two sentences (not together): I have no culture and I am.

lying in the spring (I'm stupid)

listening to flowers in the dark, (I have no culture,)

lying on branches hurts the bottom. I have a low IQ. )

It's like water lying in the distance. (Ask me who I am.)

It's easy to reach Chun Lv. A big donkey. )

The shore is green, (I am a donkey)

The shore is green, (I am a donkey)

The shore is dark green. I am a stupid donkey. )