A limerick written in the village-a frightened misty aunt scribbled at random.

March 5, 20 19? Thursday is foggy? Cloudy with light rain

? Today is the surprise of the 24 solar terms. It thundered the day before yesterday, with intermittent light rain. The temperature has dropped a lot. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I got up, four words in a group, eight words in a sentence, and started pumping oil.

I have lived in Yi village since I arrived in the village.

Three people alone, a new house;

Group public houses have only been built for four years;

Sit east-west, with your back to the castle peak;

The morning sunshine falls on the windowsill;

Sunset at dusk, oblique into the room;

This place is extremely cold and the climate is changeable.

Dark clouds drift by and rain falls on the top of the mountain;

Today, it is cloudy;

It is rainy and foggy in the mountains;

A thunder brought everything back to life;

Folk proverbs reveal epidemic disasters;

"It started with heavy snow and started from the winter solstice;

Born in a slight cold, it flourished in the beginning of spring;

Weaker than rain, weaker than shock ";

COVID-19 here is different from previous years;

The raging Wuhan, trying to tear the sky;

The central government is wise, and the orders are like mountains;

Blocking the city and blocking the card, dwelling in a humble abode to resist disasters;

All over the country, * * * aided Han and Hubei;

Not afraid of sacrifice, * * * tide over the difficulties;

Plague disease, domestic decline;

Resist the epidemic and resume production, get rid of poverty and get rich;

Victory is here;

At this time, the heart is safe;

Sleep with your head covered and watch at dawn.

Fogu Liangziling is at 4: 50 in the morning.