There is a red umbrella that is in the snow near a building

There was an old Confucian who set up a library to teach in a deserted garden. One night, I heard the sound of reciting poems outside the wall, and after a while, I heard the sound of arguing, and then heard the sound of fierce quarreling, followed by the sound of cursing, and after a long time, the sound of fighting came again. Behind the garden was an empty wilderness, and the old Confucian knew in his heart that it was a ghost. He was trembling with fear, and the sound of fighting had come outside the window. One of them shouted angrily: "This guy criticizes and criticizes my poems and essays, it is really annoying! Now come and ask Mr. to comment." Then he recited hundreds of words, and beat the time with his hands while reciting. . The other ghost groaned and cried out in pain while laughing. The old Confucian was too frightened to make a sound. The ghost reciting poems outside the window asked sharply: "What do you think, sir?" The old Confucian's lips trembled for a long time, and he kowtowed on the pillow and said, "My thin bones can't withstand my brother's fist." The moaning ghost let out a loud voice He walked away with a smile, and walked back and forth in front of the window hummingly, until the rooster crowed. traditional Chinese painting

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