Chapter 11 "Remnant Poetry"

"Remnant Poetry" who to blame?who to blame?Is this thunder in the blue sky? Shut it up, lock it up; let's pile up ashes on the tiles tomorrow! Don't look at the smoothness of the white stone steps, catch up to the light, alas, Grass grows in the crevices of the stones, and the green pine trees on the stones are full of berries! The sapphire tank under the porch has fish, real anchovies, But who else will change the water, who will catch the weeds, and who will feed them? In three or five days, you will turn your white belly and bulge your eyes, If you don't float to death, let the ice crush you!

The most pitiful are those red-billed and green-haired parrots, Let the empress teach you to be very obedient, she can sing along with the hole flute, It's so spoiled and pampered. When it's late to feed, it's called names. Now, you call!Just leave the empty yard to answer for you! ...