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Lu Xun
I am like an ox, eating grass and squeezing out milk and blood.
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Lu Xun
Lao Niu
also knows that the sunset is late, so he doesn't have to whip himself.
the wind blows grass, and cattle and sheep are despised. -
Poem Collection of Yuefu
Chile Song
is a way to fill the bull's head with charcoal. -Tang
Bai Juyi
Selling Charcoal Weng
Not a few years old, the fields are hundreds of hectares, there are thousands of castles and castles, and there are thousands of cows
sheep's hoofs
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Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, Promoting Weaving
Look at a thousand fingers coldly and bow your head as a willing ox. -Lu Xun
Pure separation is an ox. -Zuo Zhuan Zhao Gong Five Years
Killing cattle in the east. -
Book of Rites
Fang Ji
The ox says that it is too prison. -
A Tale of Big Gifts
Ceng Zi
The sky is round.