Mummy and I are sitting in the living room. She is reading a book of Tang poetry so that we can come up with some ideas. She reads me a poem that she had memorised since she was a student, acting out the words with her hands.
前不见古人，
后不见来者。
念天地之悠悠，
独怆然而涕下。
She starts giggling immediately after and says that this poem always makes her laugh, "Who does he think he is, man!"
前不见古人，
后不见来者。
念天地之悠悠，
独怆然而涕下。
She starts giggling immediately after and says that this poem always makes her laugh, "Who does he think he is, man!"
