Jingmen's intercom joke

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are overgrown and bean seedlings are scarce. Get up in the morning to clear the weeds in the field, and go home with a hoe in the moonlight at night. The road was narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew of the sunset wet my clothes. There is nothing to regret when your clothes are wet, as long as it doesn't go against your wishes.

I went to the frontier without pomp to express my condolences to the frontier soldiers, and passed through Juyan on the way. Track the border like grass in the wind and enter the border like geese flying north. The vast desert is lonely, and the long river sets off the sunset. When I arrived at Xiaoguan, I met the soldiers in charge of reconnaissance and communication, only to know that the Hufu in Hexi was at the forefront.

From Jingmen west to the east of the Yangtze River, I came to Chu, ready to roam freely. Chongshan gradually disappeared with the appearance of wilderness, and the Yangtze River entered the wilderness and flowed slowly. The moon reflected on the river is like a flying mirror, and clouds form a mirage. I still cherish the water from my hometown and continue to float my boat in Wan Li.

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, there are rich foods to entertain guests. Mountains and rivers overlap, and when I doubt whether there will be no way out, I suddenly see a village with a bright future. You play the flute, I play the drums and celebrate together. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the clothes made of cloth, the most common hat and the quaint ancient style still exist. From now on, if we are allowed to wander around at night, I will call Chai Men, a farmer friend, with crutches from time to time at night.