We toil in this earth

Whisper not to the common man
the designs of his earth.
For he has sketched his plan
to toil for all his worth.

Point not to the gentle lad
the tower of ancients overbearing.
For he still callowly clad
dreams of his Ziggurat standing.

Care not the dashing salmon
the trail of his watery adversary.
Worry not the arduous man
the plans of his unbound misery.

Whisper not to the common man
the designs of his earth.
For he has sketched his plan
to toil for all his worth.

秋飔

九天炎日意未尽，十月清风寒孤心。
稚稚初生惊千象，陈迈白鬓意冷轻。
机车琳琅贯大道，行人争先秋飔迎。
昨日悲欢赴东逝，今日悠悠旻天新。