Zheng Banqiao's poetry of sending thieves.

The wind is blowing, the moon is faint, and the husband who works is cold! There are ten thousand volumes hidden in the belly of poetry and books, and there are no half of the money strings at the bedside.

On a windy night, when the moonlight becomes dim, I want to thank you for coming to our humble abode. You want the Book of Songs, I have thousands of volumes in my stomach. If you want money, I can't give you half a string.

Don't scare the yellow-tailed dog when going out, and don't interfere with the green flowerpot when climbing over the wall.

Don't disturb the yellow-tailed dog when you go out, climb over the fence and don't disturb the green flowerpot.

I will put on my clothes at night, pack up my ambitions and start over.

It is late at night. Let me get dressed and see me off. I'll pack my bags and start over.