I asked the earth: How do you get along with the earth? The last sentence is, I asked people: How do people get along with each other? A Vietnamese poem, forget it, Baidu can't find it.

Youyou (Vietnam)

Translated by Xia Lu

I asked the soil:

"How to get along with the soil"

"We lift each other."

I asked water:

"How do water and water get along?"

"We fill each other."

I asked the grass:

"How do grass and grass get along?"

"We weave together and build the sky."

I asked people, "How do people get along with each other?"

I asked people, "How do people get along with each other?"

Ps: I repeat the last sentence twice. It's not that I type too much.

Ps2: Handmade. The calligraphy of this poem is available on Beijing Metro Line 4. I just caught it today.