I don't know where the frog at the bottom of the well came from, maybe this was arranged by heaven. I sat at the bottom of the well in a daze day by day, and no one cared about my presence. I suspect that this life is doomed to sorrow, and winter to spring come and go

The frog at the bottom of the well

I don't know where it came from.

Maybe it was heaven's arrangement.

I sit at the bottom of the well in a daze day by day,

No one cared about my existence.

Doubting that this life is doomed to sorrow,

Winter came to spring to suddenly understand,

Days like this are not bad.

In the spring, you are full of pride and open up the wilderness everywhere.

I sat idly at the bottom of the well to enjoy the one-meter spring light.

In the summer, you are devastated by the heat, day and night.

I roam the well water to enjoy the coolness of the world.

In autumn, you lament that the times are not good, and the rivers are falling.

I'm full of food and drink just in preparation for the long vacation.

In winter, you are all naked and busy counting money.

I have long been in hibernation outside the world.

The world is so big, you laugh at me, you will only sit at the bottom of the well and watch the world.

The world is so chaotic, please don't envy me, my world is up to me.

I am me, the frog at the bottom of the well, croaking, croaking, croaking.