The
crackers at dawn
It
wakes up the sleepy heads
When
the partying late in the night
It
never bring a good sleep
The
day of the Golden Rat
The
hot weather glides into sight
The
clouds are clear and bright
The
soft breezes passing by
The
praying by neighbours
The
joss sticks and fire crackers
The
ashes floating in the air
The
pattern of dust on the ground
As
usual the cats and dogs
They
have disappeared or stayed out of sight
There
is no staring match or running around
They
hear the fire crackers better hide quietly
The
Golden Rat walks in
Smell
his welcome and his throne chair
Sit
on it and smell the air
The
beginning of his watch and sight
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