When I was young, my father died young and my family got worse and worse. I often cook without rice. My mother loves him very much and often saves money to send him to school. He gets up at five o'clock every day, lights the plant oil lamp, reads until dawn, and runs to school. When others came home from school, he was still buried in the school until every household turned on the lights. One year on New Year's Eve, he said to his mother, "I have seen that fish can't be eaten in the new year, and the Spring Festival couplets at the gate are indispensable." Mother happily replied: "My son is right, with a pair of red pairs, the poor have their own style of poverty." So, he wrote a pair of Spring Festival couplets: "Ten thousand people in Longping Qian Qian are richer than me and poorer than me;" When Peng Cheng was in Wan Li, he was unwilling. "