The other day my palm literally itched to learn about its owner's fate. Before I knew it, an uninvited ant was already crawling and reading between my palm lines. Its two long antennas were beating the air nonstop, apparently telegraphing an indecipherable message to me. Quite an enigma. Soon enough though, I had to let it go. I had too much itch on my palm--and that's my fate.
平水韵七绝
窗台何不作书台？研墨晓晴天地开。
兰草一株横纸上，两三小蚁索诗来。
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The other day my palm literally itched to learn about its owner's fate. Before I knew it, an uninvited ant was already crawling and reading between my palm lines. Its two long antennas were beating the air nonstop, apparently telegraphing an indecipherable message to me. Quite an enigma. Soon enough though, I had to let it go. I had too much itch on my palm--and that's my fate.
Author: Ren Qiulan