Xu zhimo
A touch of rosy clouds flew up the tree.
"Look, an oriole!" Some people say.
Tail up, it doesn't make a sound,
Brilliant vision illuminates the dense-
Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm,
Waiting for it to sing, we will wait and see,
Afraid of disturbing it. But once it spreads its wings,
Break through the dense and become colorful clouds;
It's gone, gone, gone-
Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm.
(including 1930 February 10 New Moon, Volume 2,No. 12)