Poems of the Pregnant Mother (May 2005)

——Written on the occasion of Jiamusi's mother's cemetery

The phoenix is not in harmony with each other, and it is sad to be sad all the time.

Do your best for your children, and your soul will grow forever.

Advertising Poems (July 2005)

The third in the alley

There is no tile in the grass house

Sell all kinds of things

Not a high price at all

Fishing rods and tanks

Coffee table with sofa

The table stands aside

Pockets and wallets

Kettle and teapot

Poker will play hemp

There is only one abacus

Small mirror and head pinch

Porcelain plates, plastic plates

One dollar can buy two

Porcelain and iron spoons

One dollar can be bought

Bottles and wine glasses

Give money and sell it

There are three bulbs

Diary with notebook holder

Buckets and scoops

The price of a pinch is one dollar

There are only three bottles of ink

Sell it for two dollars

There are other things

Convey it in person

Good value for money

Please come and choose

Huaiyuan and Preface (August 2005)

In the past, a certain person who was good at his own Xiang clan with his colleagues looked at the hexagram of Zhuge Wuhou. A certain Xiang asked Xiang to be his own divination, and Xiang ordered a certain book with three words, remember the divination in mind, and do not say it. The three words "Youth Far" in a certain book match things. Xiang Buzhi said: "The pearl in the palm of the hand is buried in dung." "Words, smack. He has a pipe in his mouth, his hair on his back, and his smiling appearance has been vivid, and his person has been sick for many years. More than 30 years of vicissitudes of a certain calendar, especially the number of lifetimes, quite confirmed, especially the sigh, can't help but be a must.

Swallowing sorrow and drinking for 30 years, the pearl in the palm of the hand is buried in the dung.

Poor virtuous and amorous woman, just with Zhuge is mediocre.