The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

Once you walk two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages.

Eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon, don't wait, white young head, empty sorrow.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

Single-minded Two sides and three knives. Do everything possible. As sure as a gun. One shot at a time. Up and down.