Abreu's related poems

Grandmothers go for a walk, but they can't walk fast.

Take a break under the roadside tree to catch their breath and have a drink.

The wind blows down Huang Jinyu, as if I were in a fairyland.

Suddenly I saw a black stick on the ground, and my grandmother picked it up as a staff.

I was so happy that my grandmother laughed! Grandma, grandma, grandma!

so I named the tree "Abreu"!