The whole poem of Uncle Yong's first visit to Xie Gong from Nanyang to the suburbs is as follows:
When the country is near the water, the mirror color enters the high road.
The pommel horse passes by and the dust goes away.
When you meet old friends in the suburbs, you will be moved to tears.
God lost his head and horn, leaving behind his tail and body.
The ditch wood loses the craftsman, who will apply the blue ink?
He can't talk, and he is very gentle.
Go back to the awards hall, cook and carve your own beard.
And don't be tired of this meeting, the sun and the moon are easy to worry about.