Adolescence

Today is a happy day.

Jasmine, like snow, is floating and falling,

Breezes are lazily puffing up the sails,

Ducks are quacking in the pond, green as jade,

Sleepily the windmill is turning, and lo!

There's a learned and polite little man,

Gracefully he bows and kowtows,

(A connoisseur of finest tea,

His brain harbors but exquisite thinking)...

Today is that happy day

When my childhood turneth into adolescence.