Smart

Mom is smart,
But her daughter's smart too.
Mom sifted ashes all across the floor,
But I rashly carried my lover into bed and out again,
The two of us sharing a single pair of shoes.

Fooling Mom

Last night I spent beside my lover
While Mom slept by my feet.
I said, " Lover, when boating on the Yangtze, to get rice from the pot,
Lightly, lightly slip the scoop in.
The iron shovel's rough and bulky,
So slowly, slowly, draw it out. "

No Old Lady

People laugh at me for having no old lady.
But they don't know that " when you scrub rice in a busted sieve, you get a lot outside. "
Just like a wild mountain cock that spends the night along the road,
The old bird without a nook always manages to squeeze in somewhere.

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