Modern poetry with illustrations?

"Rain Lane" Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as cloves and as fragrant as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She wandered in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking silently in the cold desert and sadness like me. I was disappointed, too. She silently approached and took a breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color and fragrance disappeared. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandered alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to float across a girl with lilac sadness.