Fry beans with bean stalks as fuel.
Beans wept sadly in the wok.
From the same root we both grew.
What's the big hurry in the grill?
interesting little piece of poetry.i did not understand it though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He is a son of cao cao who is a warlords, he wrote the poem about he and his brother relationship..