Chapter 9 "Shihu Hutong No. 7"

"Shihu Hutong No. 7" Our small garden, sometimes rippling with infinite tenderness: Teng Niang, who is good at laughing, is ready for the persimmon palms of Tuan Tuan, The hundred-foot Huai Weng leaned over to embrace Tang Gu in the breeze, The yellow dog is by the fence, waiting for the sleeping Pearl, his little friend Xiao Queer's newly-produced erotic song is singing endlessly—— Our small garden, sometimes rippling with infinite tenderness. Our small garden sometimes lightly depicts the vague dream scene; The vastness after the rain and the shade of the courtyard are woven into a silent ghost,

The little frog sat alone in front of Can Lan's chest, listening to the humming of earthworms in the other courtyard, An inexhaustible rain cloud spreads tiredly on the top of the old locust tree, In front of the eaves, there is a circular dance. Is it a bat or a dragonfly? Our small garden is sometimes a faint dream scene. Our small garden sometimes sighs softly; However, during the heavy rain, under the hammer of the rain, there are countless bright reds, But in the new autumn, the green leaves that have not withered leave the tree melancholy, But in the middle of the night, Yue'er went back in a cloud boat, the west wall was already closed,

The music of scallions in the far alley is blown by the cold wind—— Our small garden sometimes sighs softly. Our little garden, sometimes in bliss; In the evening after the rain, the courtyard is full of beautiful shade, fragrance and cool breeze, A large number of Jian Weng, giant bottle in hand, Jian feet pointing directly at the sky, One catty, two catties, drink up the bottom of the cup, full of wine, red face, Amidst the continuous laughter, there is a fairy-like drinker floating up and down—— Our little garden is sometimes immersed in happiness.