My classmates and I are going to perform cross talk at the New Year's Day party. Please recommend some.

Ma: This is our first time here.

Zhao: It's the first time.

ma: but we are old friends with everyone.

Zhao: What?

ma: because we are often seen on TV.

Zhao: People often watch our programs.

ma: I just haven't seen it face to face.

Zhao: There is no such opportunity.

Ma: So everyone is very interested and wants to get a ticket to see: What does this Ma Ji look like?

Zhao: Everyone cares.

ma: now I'd like to take this opportunity to have an exhibition here in public.

Zhao: huh? Where is the exhibition?

ma: welcome to visit, please don't take it away!

Zhao: hey! Who can hold it?

ma: there are performances ahead.

Zhao: Yes.

ma: for the two of us, let's have a special program here.

Zhao: what program?

ma: let's have a sports competition here.

Zhao: where is it?

ma: it's on this stage.

Zhao: Is there any movement on this stage?

ma: we don't engage in large-scale competitions.

Zhao: Then what shall we play? Shall we play chess?

ma: I can't play chess, because you can't see it clearly.

Zhao: Then, let's tug of war.

Ma: Tug of war is a team event.

Zhao: Then, let's box.

ma: boxing? It's not appropriate for either of us to hit anyone.

Zhao: So what are we going to compete for?

ma: let's brag about the game.

Zhao: hey! Bragging?

ma: ah.

Zhao: Are you talking big?

ma: hey, this is a new competition, and there are many boasters at home and abroad.

Zhao: Really?

ma: there are many ways to brag.

Zhao: How do they blow?

Horse: Blowing directly, beating around the bush, blowing at each other, blowing with hands, blowing across the sky.

Zhao: Hey! There are still many tricks.

ma: let's cross out the bragging faces and recommend them to everyone through today's friendship competition.

Zhao: huh?

ma: you can learn whatever you like.

Zhao: Is anyone studying this?

ma: let's just show you.

Zhao: yes. But I don't have much experience in bragging

ma: it doesn't matter, once born and twice cooked, practice makes perfect. As long as you keep blowing, blowing often and blowing hard, it won't be long before you can blow out Asia and go to the world.

Zhao: huh? I blow out Asia?

ma: you should have confidence. your conditions are really good!

Zhao: What are my qualifications?

ma: thick-skinned.

Zhao: hey ... who is it?

ma: how about it?

Zhao: in that case, I'll give it a try.

ma: ok, let's start the bragging contest.

Zhao: ok, ok.

ma: please sit down. If anyone here is interested in bragging, I welcome you to come up and brag together.

Zhao: Don't expand this team.

ma: ok, now the bragging competition begins, and athletes from both sides enter.

Zhao: and the entrance ceremony?

Ma: (learning to play)

Zhao: What kind of band is this?

ma: accompanied by wind music.

Zhao: ok, I blew it all together.

Ma: First of all, Zhao Yan, the seed player, blows!

Zhao: ok! Me!

ma: huh?

Zhao: I really haven't played this thing.

ma: if we want to blow, we should blow with all our strength.

Zhao: Of course, we still want to break the record.

ma: yes.

Zhao: If you want to brag!

ma: hmm?

Zhao: No one here is as good as me!

ma: this is straightforward.

Zhao: I have been boasting for more than ten years.

ma: it's not easy! Haha, has it been playing for more than ten years?

Zhao: ah.

ma: I've been playing for more than twenty years.

Zhao: He is better than me. I have a knack for bragging now.

ma: I have a secret recipe for bragging.

Zhao: I can blow the square into a circle.

ma: I can blow the short into the long.

Zhao: I can blow the ugly into the beautiful.

ma: I can blow the dead alive.

Zhao: hey, you are amazing.

ma: blow!

Zhao: I tell you, our family is a braggart family.

ma: I'm telling you, our family comes from a braggart family.

Zhao: Our family is a bragging workshop.

ma: our family is a bragging factory.

Zhao: Our family is a bragging company.

M: Our family is the braggart Toras.

Zhao: Our family is the bragging center of the world.

ma: we ... your center was blown out by our family.

Zhao: ho! Can't compare. You can really blow!

ma: blow!

Zhao: No!

ma: blow! You lost at the beginning! Can't you? Let's come again.

Zhao: come on.

m: let's change it.

Zhao: what's it like?

ma: let's blow around!

Zhao: What do you mean by blowing around?

ma: you blow me, I blow you, blow around, the purpose is still to raise myself.

Zhao: wow! There are quite a few tricks to brag about.

ma: that's what boasters do! Come on, blow!

Zhao: ouch! Comrade Ma Ji. Your cross talk is so good.

ma: no, comrade Zhao Yan! Your cross talk is better than mine.

Zhao: no, no, you can be called a master and an authoritative master!

Ma: You can't say that. You can be said to be a rising star and a representative of new trends.

Zhao: where, where! Your cross talk is elegant but not vulgar.

ma: your cross talk is humorous and implicit.

Zhao: Your cross talk is really popular!

ma: your cross talk can be said to be a contemporary leader.

Zhao: Your cross talk is a household name, and it is well known to all women and children.

Ma: Your cross talk can be said to be a masterpiece in the world humor treasure house.

Zhao: Your cross talk makes people laugh their heads off!

ma: your cross talk is really a landslide!

Zhao: huh? Where is the earthquake? Your cross talk plays a great role in society.

ma: your cross talk has an excellent social effect.

Zhao: Last time, a factory in the eastern suburbs caught fire, and all the fire brigades in the city went there. It was hopeless! There's no way to invite you. You stand there and have a cross talk, and watch the flames slip away, and the bar will die out. You are too helpful.

ma: ok, I'm a crosstalk performer.

Zhao: ok.

ma: to say that your cross talk is more useful!

Zhao: Why?

ma: wow, that cow in the western suburb dairy farm doesn't give milk. Later, I found you. You are travel-stained, regardless of fatigue, and you blew on the cow!

Zhao: Did it blow?

ma: you got it!

Zhao: hey.

ma: I said a cross talk, and the cow who was moved shed milk along her eyes!

Zhao: Look!

ma: wow! ......

Zhao: All right! The gate is open here! You not only speak crosstalk well! Your pen is amazing!

ma: your pen is much better than mine!

Zhao: I heard yesterday that you wrote eight articles in one night.

ma: I heard that you wrote three movie scripts last night.

Zhao: Your Chinese painting is also good!

ma: your handwriting is really amazing!

Zhao: Rong Baozhai is afraid to sell your Chinese paintings in public.

Ma: Your calligraphy ... is not allowed to be exported by the customs!

Zhao: Then why?

ma: I'm afraid of shame! Ha ha.

Zhao: Is it reasonable? You have not only achieved something in literature! You are still an excellent athlete.

ma: you ... I'm still an athlete.

Zhao: Look, your figure is round without much exercise! Transport-movement-"circle".

ma: what kind of athlete am I?

Zhao: You are a gymnast.

ma: yes, if I were not a gymnast, could I have this line?

Zhao: hey! He also admitted it!

ma: right!

Zhao: Hey! A few days ago, you made up a set of difficult moves, such as Tong Fei and Li Ning, and you couldn't do it at all.

ma: how do you know?

Zhao: Can you hide this from me in sports?

ma: please introduce it to everyone.

Zhao: say something?

ma: ah.

Zhao: That set of difficult moves! That's Thomas on the pommel horse spinning all round, then jumping onto the uneven bars, a janie leaping over, making a big one-arm loop on the horizontal bar, finally falling onto the carpet, spinning 72 degrees, and then turning out a big brazier from her arms.

ma: oh, you are so good at blowing!

Zhao: OK, you are too good at blowing!

ma: I can't beat you.

Zhao: What?

ma: you are a rookie in the world of blowing.

Zhao: where, where! Then I can't compare with you, a veteran on the altar.

ma: hey, you are better than blowing!

Zhao: hey! You are a veteran blow horse, one blow two!

ma: you can't say that. you blow after the Yangtze river and blow before it!

Zhao: and you are ...? I have no words!

ma: is it over again?

Zhao: again, again!

ma: come on, it's different again.

Zhao: What has changed?

ma: excuse me!

Zhao: What do you mean by borrowing and blowing?

ma: brag about yourself through other people's mouths!

Zhao: ok! That's a lot of tricks

ma: come on!

Zhao: If you want to borrow and blow, you can't do it in Ma Ji!

ma: Ma Ji?

Zhao: ah.

ma: wait a minute! Is Ma Ji here? Where is Ma Ji? Look! Is Ma Ji here?

Zhao: hey! This braggart can't even find himself! Aren't you Ma Ji?

M: No, I'm not Ma Ji.

Zhao: who are you?

m: I'm nothing.

Zhao: who are you?

ma: I am little Zhao Yan.

Zhao: Hey, is Zhao Yan small? Then you are "Zhao Yan". Where have I been?

m: how should I know?

Zhao: who am I?

ma: ouch! You are the venerable Mr. Ma Lao.

Zhao: ok! Let's change!

ma: oh, Mr. ma is really something. You are well-read and versatile. You call it a living encyclopedia. Mr. Ma!

Zhao: This guy is blowing himself by someone else's mouth! No, no, my "Ma Ji" is far worse than your "Zhao Yan". You "Zhao Yan", astronomy and geography are omnipresent.

ma: you can't say that. My little "Zhao Yan" is a drop in the bucket when he meets you.

Zhao: where, where! I "Ma Ji" see you stay away!

ma: how about it? Is it over again? Not again!

Zhao: Come again.

ma: this time, let's blow the sea and the sky.

Zhao: Broad sky?

ma: blow whatever you want.

Zhao: Come on.

ma: you do it.

Zhao: I'm telling you! I am too capable!

ma: what's your ability?

Zhao: I can read with my ears, and I have great ability.

ma: you didn't ask me what I was capable of, did you?

Zhao: What are your abilities?

ma: I often eat with my nose.

Zhao: Then I can use my armpit to look for minerals.

ma: I can generate electricity with my throat.

Zhao: I can see people through the wall.

ma: I can see your money through your clothes.

Zhao: I'll be careful! Tell you what! I had a high fever last night!

ma: I also had a high fever last night!

Zhao: I have a high fever of 67 degrees.

ma: I have a high fever of 94 degrees.

Zhao: You are not afraid of burning to death! "

ma: burn it!

Zhao: What a terrible burn! Touch a corn kernel in your hand, and one hand becomes popcorn.

ma: I burned too much.

Zhao: What's the matter?

ma: I woke up when I got out of bed this morning. The quilt burned four big holes!

Zhao: You can burn too much!

ma: you can burn it, too.

Zhao: I invited someone to dinner last night!

ma: I invited someone to dinner last night, too!

Zhao: How can I blow? How can he blow?

ma: come on!

Zhao: it's bad to eat. I swallowed the chopsticks!

ma: it's bad for me to eat! I swallowed the spoon!

Zhao: I'm eating and it's bad again! I bit off a piece of the plate.

ma: it's bad for me to eat! I'll bite a piece off the big bowl!

Zhao: I'm eating and it's bad again! I bit that table off!

ma: it's bad for me to eat. I bit ... I bit my nose off!

Zhao: huh? Can you reach it?

ma: I bit it with my feet crossed! Do you care?

Zhao: Is it reasonable? I'm telling you! I'm a mature young man.

ma: I'm telling you, I'm too mature.

Zhao: I was admitted to the university at the age of ten.

ma: I graduated from college at the age of nine!

Zhao: I got married when I was eight!

ma: I'm seven, and our child is thirteen.

Zhao: ok! Does it make sense?

ma: bragging is not taxed anyway. no, come on!

Zhao: I'm telling you, I've had age spots since I was six!

ma: I have raised my head when I was five years old!

Zhao: I have a hunchback since I was four years old.

ma: I've had a beard since I was three!

Zhao: I went bald when I was two years old!

ma: I was just born and I'm retired!

Zhao: that's beside the point!

ma: blow, blow!

Zhao: I'm telling you, I'm tall.

ma: to tell you the truth, I am much taller than you.

Zhao: I'm 2.69 meters.

ma: I'm 3.69 meters.

Zhao: Are you that tall?

ma: are you that tall?

Zhao: I'm sweltering with heat and contracting with cold!

ma: I'm swelling with heat and contracting with cold.

Zhao: Then you are not as tall as me. I am as tall as the White Pagoda in Beijing.

ma: I am one head taller than the white tower.

Zhao: I'm still tall.

ma: I'm tall.

Zhao: The plane flew from my waist.

ma: the satellite hit my foot.

Zhao: I'm tall.

ma: I'm tall.

Zhao: My head is blue, and my feet can't be higher on the ground!

ma: I ... my upper lip is close to the sky and my lower lip is close to the ground!

Zhao: huh? ! The upper lip is next to the sky and the lower lip is next to the ground?

ma: ah!

Zhao: Then where's your face?

ma: we boasters are shameless.

Zhao: ho!

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