一碗清汤诗一篇，
灶君今日上青天；
玉皇若问人间事，
乱世文章不值钱。

A Quatrain by Lu Mengzheng

(Hearth God Festival)

I offer a bowl of clear soup and a verse mine

To Hearth God who’ll rise today to the skies divine.

“Should Jade Emperor ask about Earthlings’ affairs,

Just say turmoils let prose price to zero decline.”

Tr. Ziyuzile

(To be revised)