屁颂 Poem by qin xing

一日，小女子正讀書，忽'咚'一聲。余驚之，問：'啥聲'？小女子曰：'響雷'。余嚮窗外望之，豔陽高照，無風雨來之趨勢，何來雷聲？正驚訝間，又聽'噗...'尾音不絕，并伴有縷縷氣味彌漫。余再問之，'啥聲'？小女子曰：'炮聲'。余惑之，兩人處一靜室，何人放炮？余再觀之，只見小女子讀書間隙，正掩嘴而樂，聲源自其座椅，發聲體乃其本人。余回味其聲音，一聲清脆響亮，乾淨俐落，無雜音相間，也無異味氣息消散；二聲沉悶冗長，拖沓綿軟，有余音繚繞，絲絲縷縷有味之氣撲面。余嘆之，真乃不鳴則已，一鳴雙響。響之不罷，還煙遮霧障。余愛此女，其氣亦香，聊一記之，博取一笑。

One day, the little girl was reading a book, suddenly 'Dong'. I was surprised. ask: 'what is sound? The little girl replied, 'thunder'. I was looking out of the window, the sun is shining, no wind and rain to the trend, no thunder? I was surprised, and listen to 'bf... 'and, accompanied by continuously scent. I ask, 'what sound? ' The little girl replied, 'guns'. I confused, two person are in a quiet room, who shot? Over again, the little girl reading gap, is smiling covering her mouth by her hand, . The sound is derived from its seat, sound body is herself. Its voice aftertaste, a loud ringing loud, clean out sharply, and no noise, no smell breath dissipation; Two thunders long, soft, procrastination has a lingering fills the air.
Sigh of, really is, but made a double-barrelled. Ring of not, still smoke fog rising. Love this girl, the air is sweet, talk to remember, to gain a smile.