At least it's better than A-shares, right?

I returned home in a panic with a full stock of FIL,
Last year's Land Rover icon was replaced with a second-hand Hongguang,
The village chief said you took a wrong turn into the village,
My parents told you to kneel in the center of the ancestral hall icon,
At the banquet, they told you to stand and not speak;

The big fish and meat are placed at the farthest distance from you,
A cousin you’ve never met served you a piece of ginger icon,
Telling you to try to come to your cousin's house less often,
Saying that your life is worse than that of old Zhang next door;

The girl you had an eye on last year,
Almost went directly to the bridal chamber with you,
Now when she sees you, she hides far away in her boudoir,
Cursing you as an idiot, not wanting to say a word to you;

Not thinking, it is hard to forget,
With hands full of FIL, there is nowhere to express the desolation,
Looking at each other in silence, only tears like thousands of lines;
Now I just want to, in a snowy night where things have changed and people are gone, forget the soil dog hanging on the beam.