I once asked the west window to drink tea together,

When to get together to talk about mulberry?

I knew that I would break my feathers into a lonely goose,

It is better to be poor and be a frog in the well.

The vernacular is rarely heard of and sad and exotic,

Family affection is rare to comfort the cold family,

Only know that outside the door of thousands of miles of firewood,

The chaff is bad day by day, and the sunset is set.

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