Poor Little Mosquitoes
At a night in this autumn,
I sat abstemious under a pine
A place where usually belong to me in this university
When my arms and legs felt as numb as electric shocks
I could not help going back to my little office
Under the lamp
I saw many pimples in my arms and legs!
Clearly that they were made by the unnamed mosquitoes!
Oh, those poor little mosquitoes
They were left lonely in the Beijing campus
For such a long summer vacation
They must be hungry extremely!
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