Turning ancient poems into a three-and-a-half line format, the bleak beauty of reality...! ★
Hoeing grain under the midday sun, sweat drips onto the soil beneath the crops. Who knows that the food on the plate is poisoned! Before my bed, the bright moonlight, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, smog! In life, when in pride, one must fully enjoy it, do not let the golden cup face the moon empty. Heaven gave me talent for a purpose, useless!
Replies (9)
In front of the bed, the bright moonlight, bald guy Suspected to be on the ground, the one with inlaid teeth Looking up, I see the bright mooncake guy Looking down, I think of my hometown, the country guy
Could it be that the original poster is the cockroach that was stepped on by Wangcai, the beloved low-intelligence dog raised by the top-ranked idiotic monk of Shaolin Temple, who back in the day was famous for the Huashan 'Insulting Technique' allegedly unmatched in the world, known as 'A Pear Blossom Overwhelms the Begonia'? Just kidding, upvoting.
— All replies loaded —