Very short: you look at me for a while and the cloud for a while. I think when you look at me, it is far away, and when you look at the cloud, it is near.
Some people recommend Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane in modern poetry, but it is relatively long:
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. ?
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wandered in the lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking silently with the same indifference, sadness and melancholy as me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She is as erratic as a dream.
Sad and confused like a dream. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path. ?
In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.