Who has a modern poem about "imagination"

Rain Lane/Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a grieving aunt. She has the color of lilac, the fragrance of lilac and the sadness of lilac. She mourns in the rain and seems to have lost something. She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, as if I were silent, cold, lonely and melancholy. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a dream. Like a fragrant field floating in a dream, this girl floated from me; She walked away quietly, far away, to the broken fence and across the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her face faded, her fragrance dispersed and dispersed, even her sighing eyes and Ding Xiang's melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past an aunt with a bitter fragrance.