白线框框点对搓，
边边角角响陀螺。
未知此兴何时了，
只恨年年好手多。
*写于乙巳年六月酷暑
White lines frame the court—we exchange shots after shots,
Spinning the ball humming at the edges and corners.
Who knows when this game fun will ever cease,
I just envy each year—more talented rivals increase.
*Written in the Sweltering Heat of June 2025
