According to traditional customs, the eleventh day of the first month is the day when the father-in-law fetes his son-in-law. On the ninth day, there was a lot of leftover food to celebrate the "heavenly descent", except for one day on the tenth day, so the bride's family didn't have to spend any more money, so they used these leftover food to entertain their son-in-law and daughter, which was called "Eleven husbands" by the people. Share with you some songs and poems written by my father-in-law to my son-in-law.

An old friend has returned to the field for a long time, and the black veil is new. Everything in the world belongs to young people.

I am in the east, and I am in the middle. There is no such thing as being close to the door, so who is like the old man? You Yan's resentment must be collected, and Confucius and Mencius endure poverty. The spring stone in the first area of Jingshe is good, and it will be bright red when you look at it.

Nanhua understands the punishment, smells sweet at night, and prays for Yuheng. Purple cover ten years of anti-imperialist que, castle peak nine locks dream cloud Beijing. Lang Ning can't bear to forget the sky. People regard life as a blessing and loneliness as a watering.