The original poem of the fly

fly

We say love,

Love all sentient beings;

But I don't think I can love it all.

I can love wolves and snakes,

You can love pigs in the wild background.

I can't love that fly.

I hate them. I curse them.

Flies of all sizes,

The destroyer of beauty and life,

China people's good friend flies!

I curse you for being wiped out,

Use people other than manpower

The power of the darkest magic.