Old Rattan-Root Poem by Cui Gya

Inhale a hint of fragrance
Then taste a little pungency of black pepper
You prdict the wine is from an old rattan
The survivors or ancestors is indescribable
The weight of years depends on the rear of the tongue.
If it is superficial
There is no vertical thought
Deep thought is easy to touch underground
Secrets of time will be opened one by one
They can also cause phylloxera
Hope wise old rattans
To learn Kapok trees of Angkor Wat
Their roots bulge out of the ground
Transverse re-associating
Growing the appearance of roots on the ground
Grasping the sunshine
Climbing wantonly
Growing down to earth