A joke: don't be cold.

A foreigner came to China. He came to a stationery store and saw a pencil sharpener in the shape of a motorcycle. He asked the boss, "What's this called?" The boss said, "This is a pencil sharpener." The foreigner said, "It turns out that motorcycles in China are called pencil sharpeners.

Then I went to a restaurant, saw the ketchup and asked the chef, "What is this?" Chef: "This is ketchup." Foreigner: "It turns out that the blood of China people is called ketchup."

Later, I came to a street and saw a man cursing the death of a woman and a woman cursing the death of a man. "It turns out that the man in China is called Death Eight and the woman is called Death Eight."

Then I walked to another street and saw a man riding a motorcycle hit a woman and lost a lot of blood. Foreigners call the police: "1 10?" Come on! There is a dead eight men riding a pencil sharpener and hitting a dead eight women, spilling a lot of ketchup! "