Haze Shrouds My House

Whenever our house health minister goes on leave, the old lady downstairs must be the happiest person around for she could revive one of her favourite home incinerator haze creation hobby. By the time my sensitive nose registers a slight difficulty in breathing, it was way too late. The grey veil shrouds the outside of my house and the burning smell has already stormed the whole living room. Imagine the faint burning smell that lingered on around you long after the smoke are gone… your hand-washed, nice-smelling, almost drying clothes that reek after that… this incorrigibly inconsiderate old lady! Fish! I couldn’t even comprehend why she is doing all these but I am 101% sure that it is NOT incense papers which she usually claims with conviction (cos the ash-blacken incense-paper-burning basin is clearly empty)… but dry leaves (again!).

关于楼下的老女人，我有话要说。
我一点都不喜欢她。
她的不讲理，令人讨厌。
她的为所欲为，令人憎恨。
但我太了解这辈分的游戏规则，
不便插手，拿她没辙。
如果年少无知，还可能来个谁怕谁的对抗。
现在，陪她泼妇骂街？我办不到！
是怕麻烦，也是不想跟她一般见识。
关于楼下的老女人，我无话可说!