AP 俺来了！To a bamboo-----不过你别误会，俺不是批判你的花园啊

The snail's inch climbs the sky

provokes the bamboo's roots to multiply

wherever the path defines

they pass every criket's smiles

The stems paint the winter with green

snarl at the cold for its pain

people are busy with sell and buy

they don't hear a poor's cry

store the bamboo as a stock

close the garden without any further look