Peking Poem by Wang Qian

Ding-dong
Ding-dong,
A morning song,
The shadow of myself with the sun is long,
Casting on the neat road,
Rosy
Rosy
Ground,
A girl wants to find a boy to marry
And a tailor on her sharp scissor
Busy.
You come from which city?
And how is your hometown poetry?
It's a wonder
A moon in the water,
Lily-head in the mirror,
People like to plant plant plant
Earth is thus born.
I finished work today
And eager for home
In a hurry
Alright,
Take your skirt,
Beautifully perfect
How does your body feel for it?
Bargaining hotly
The cactus on the tongue thorny
Well well
Take it away,
Girlie.

A white cat sliding ahead,
Night is in front,
Gone with the noise of the mad cooking addict girl
Her boy is a frog in a wordy pool.

Is it interesting to catch a girl like to catch a grasshopper?