当管家告诉俺远道而来的青城“四秀”吃掉了俺们最后一口猪时,俺想起了一个鸡蛋,一棵葱和一首雅致的诗“两个黄鹂鸣翠柳/一行自鹭上青天/窗含西岭千秋雪/门泊东吴万里船/” 真想这样招待那些来自五湖四海的江湖豪客,不过江湖人士总是江湖人士,不大碗喝酒大块吃肉怎显得出满腔豪气。 “怎么办?”管家的眼神在问俺。管家是个好人,是父亲大人的老管家了,他曾为俺作为一个大侠而深感欣慰与自豪。不过现在,他的眼神告诉俺昔日的心情已是灰飞烟灭。 When the housekeeper told Qingyuan “Qiuxiu” from Qingyuan Road to eat our last pig, I thought of an egg, a spring onion and an elegant poem, “Two Yellow Crested Crested Willows.” A line of self-preserved heron on Qingtian/window including Xiling Qianqiu Snow/Mengpo Dongwu Wanli Boat/“ I really want to entertain those rivers and lakes from all corners of the globe, but people in rivers and lakes are always like rivers and lakes people, not big bowls to drink chunks of meat How can you express your enthusiasm. ”What should I do?" The steward’s eyes asked. The steward is a good man and an old steward of his father. He was very pleased and proud to be a hero. But now, his eyes told me that the old feelings were gone.