My grandmother has no teeth,
She can tell fairy tales.
She said, look-that pot of Chinese rose on the windowsill!
It turned out to be a red butterfly. Ask it if you don't believe me. ...
I went to ask the red rose, but it only smelled sweet and didn't answer;
But at night, I dreamed that it spoke.
It said: Grandma is right! You drew me.
Today is grandma's birthday. You drew a butterfly for grandma.
So beautiful that she smiled into a flower! Ah, yes, Chinese rose!
From that day on, I was too busy to water you. ...
Today, I can bloom red flowers, thanks to grandma!
My grandmother has no teeth. She watered the flowers for me.
(Selected from Ten Children's Poems, Haiyan Publishing House, 1989 edition)