About poetry:
Grandma went for a walk, staggered and couldn't walk fast.
Take a rest under the roadside tree and take a breath to drink water;
The wind blows down Huang Jinyu, as if in a fairyland.
Suddenly I saw a black stick on the ground, and my grandmother picked it up as a crutch.
Happy grandma laughs! Grandma, grandma, grandma!
He named the tree "Aber"!