The poor stand on the crossroads and play with ten steel hooks, but they cannot hook their relatives; the rich play with swords, guns and sticks in the mountains and forests, but they cannot disperse the unjust guests and friends. A hero may not be a hero until now. The great hero is overwhelmed by the gun in his hand, unable to withstand the words hunger, cold and poverty. It is difficult for a rich man to be a man without money, let alone a bunch of crosstalk talkers? Step by step, we worked hard, and finally we saw the flowers in bloom, and we also knew the story of the lanterns. That night, I also dreamed of millions of soldiers.

2. The study is lonely, listening to the patter of rain, sighing at the autumn rain and the coolness. The residual watch is faint, and the lotus leaks jingle. The incense in the stove is exhausted, and I am too lazy to pick the silver vat. The wind blows the bamboo swings and hits the banana windows. Begonia flowers are red and chicken feet are sunflower yellow. The roses fall at night, and the roses fly with fragrance. The pomegranate grins and the lotus leaves float on the pond. The water in the pool ripples, and the iron horses jingle in front of the eaves, which is a bit desolate. A bright moon is in the sky, and the ground looks like silver makeup. I don’t seek wealth and honor, I just wish that the sea and the sky would last forever. With infinite blessings and fortune, which one will return to the world after death? ——Guo Degang