Write a Tibetan poem with "the children of the poor take charge early"

No one is idle in mean streets,

Whether people will come or not still needs to be discussed.

The gravel dragon and Joan Pei are mixed together,

When can I see Wan Li when I was a child?

The child is skinny and abandoned by everyone.

Go back to palm silk fiber early.

When I know, I will be born in his life.

Memories of Jiashan Chunshi.