What The Ladybird Said Poem by Wang Qian

One day
When the pearly rains ba-da ba-da knitted down
My neighbor the ladybird told me a story of the Tung.
A horrid gust one night once came
With the loosened power blindly untame.

'It stole away all my missing about him',
Tung cried, wiping her purple tears.
There was no leaf witnessing that shadowy name.

The walls of concrete climbed so high,
The clouds went camping that night,
The disquiet held silk lanterns red,
The eyelashes dreamt a same dream with the eye.
There was no trace of the happening luckily left.

'It must be a monster that did the bad thing',
Tung stood there puzzled and suspected.
Does it have pointed teeth and a volcanic mouth?
The spider didn't know she played on a swing.

A sparrow in a straw hat
Flew by and stopped on the wire - - - - -
It seemed that he knew somewhere.

On a normal stony ground
A blanket of purple trumpets was found.
Ants in their slippers amidst these rusty bells.
The aroma of the fallen pieces lay so well.

The sky was still leaking ba-da ba-da ba-da...
The blue crept into the unmown memory.
The ladybird finished talking and went shopping.