Month after month, February * * *, there is cultivated land on the top and a long river on the bottom. There are six people in a family, and the two families don't get together.

The head is one, the waist is one, and the tail is one, but not one.

Four mountains back to the mountain, Sichuan word covers Sichuan, four words are right, and forty words are upside down.

Speaking of the old society, my tears are almost dripping. There are ten people in my family, and only grass covers our bodies.

One is big, one is small, one is running, one is jumping, one is sucking blood, and the other is eating grass.

A thousand words are not like a thousand words. There is a romantic girl on each side of the eight-character row, but the ghost is lingering.

Guess animals:

Small eyes, slender tail horse, stealing for a living, whoever sees it hits.

He is full of treasures, loves to eat all kinds of grass, sleeps when he is full, and grunts when he walks.

Sharp mouth, thin legs, cunning and suspicious, dragging a big tail.

He has two horns, wears a big fur coat, eats grass and pulls black dates.

Geography:

Phoenix used to play here, so this place is named after them.

A piece of paper has four holes.