Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.

Needless to say, I am still working hard at the age of eighty.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Cattle are singing their own songs, and their heads are full of streams and slopes.

Old cow, silently counting the spring and autumn; The crops in the field grow vigorously, nodding step by step.

A stream outside the door is crystal clear, and the old man attracts cattle to drink the stream.

It is not surprising to ask Qu how to tame cattle.

Only it-the old cow who worked hard for a year, fallow on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.

Pieces of waste water and sludge, deep ploughing takes things away.

Where is the cow going? Plough to the east of the city.