2. Bury your hot cheeks in the soft snow and want to fall in love. -Excerpted from Woodpecker Ishikawa's Song of Love for You.
In the apple orchard, I saw you curl your hair for the first time, using an adult wooden comb, like flowers in your hair. -From Shimazaki Tōson's First Love.
I am like a leaf blown by the sun and wind, half dead, but your lips can moisten it, just like your neck and your forehead. -Shen Congwen's Untitled
5. In the early morning, on the Yanshan Mountain, a gust of wind took away the flashing water among the leaves of the sun. At this moment, I am willing to be an ideal person, and I am willing to accompany you to grow old quietly like a plant. -Excerpt from He three old ladies's "The Hill"