A poem describing the spirituality of cats.

It's late autumn from the kitchen of Sun's Begging for a Cat, the whole Song Dynasty, where mice are hungry.

Ask Sun for cats, all the poems of Song Dynasty.

The kitchen is empty, the mice are hungry, and they will bite the autumn curtain at night.

The greedy man's livelihood is only yellow, and he gets it by begging for a cicada.

Be merciful to cats-All Song Poems-Zhu Chen

Black flowers are cicadas, and how old are animals?

Naturally, I quickly caught it and ran away.

A piece is also a piece, sleeping and sleeping.

Master has gone out in recent days, and the kitchen has been smoke-free for a long time.

There are few mice in the room, so we must talk about it.

Don't call your neighbor, you'd rather be hungry than greedy.

The night is cold and there is no habitat, and the kitchen is quiet.

The gray is dyed with dust, and the coat color is neither old nor fresh.

When the master came back, he walked around the room as if he had been wronged.

When others don't understand, the master should know how to pity.

Clouds are hateful and evil.

Sit back and follow suit, oh, whip.

I don't think about the loveliness of the past, but evil is not the past.

Originally a thing, the color changed, and love moved.

Whew, like a cat, but not like a cat.

People are idle in couples, and friendship is also lacking.

When Hua Yan was a teenager, I was entangled in my heart.

The white hair is drooping, and the ugly one is embarrassing.

I am worried about people. I have ears to listen to me.

Life is seventy, how long can it be safe?

Do not be a thief without permission.

Take Qi Mei as Meng Guangxian.

Those scum can't go down the hall, but should be borne by Hong Song.

Otherwise, it's not good for me to suffer only from it.

I give my wife reading, and I am willing to smile.

I have a cat in a nearby village, and I wrote a poem in Cher's name-all Song-Lu You.

Like a tiger, it can edge wood, like a pony, it can't bend over.

But knowing that the empty rat hole has no intention of serving fish.

Mint is always drunk and warm at night.

Old boys, a former life, accompanied me to my old mountain village.

Give a Cat-All Song Poems-Lu You

Wrapped in salt to greet the filial slaves, and do our best to protect thousands of books.

I am ashamed that my family is poor and humble, and I have no food or fish because of the cold.