Seafood curry's seven rhymes. The night in the South China Sea to learn to taste fresh, on the seat of the delicacies attracted my mouth. The deep-fried lobster is lying in the basin, and the steamed scallop is sleeping in the kettle. A bottle of good wine is not drunk, full of peach blossoms do not need to pity. I don't want to ask you how much this feast is, but I don't care how much it costs to have a good time. Seven lines. Eating seafood, rolling yellow sands and sunset, inspecting the customs and resting the horse to cook smoke. The wind is blowing, the sword is playing, the clouds are counting, and the seafood is being cooked in the dung. The birds and birds of prey need the attention of God and Buddha, while the tigers and wolves need not be pitied by their daughters. The most annoying people say that the snowy mountains are bitter, pillow moon and stargazing good sleep.