Final English Test by Huanshi（浣石）
Reading, speaking, listening, and writing, four skills
Petrify my heart; my clammy cheeks turn so pale.
A, B, C, D, killing me, though hearty and hale,
Those words, expressions, and pattern drills,
Holy moly, they explode my brains,
Sweat pouring, tears falling like rains.
In vain I scratch my ears and jaws for a clue,
So fidgeting, peering right and left,
That proctor’s wolfy stares fix on any “theft”,
Jesus Christ, this test I will surely screw.
How could I face my mam and dad?
Shameful, alas, such a shameful lad!
Tr. Ziyuzile
