Urgent! ! ! ! The score of the poem "To the Cloud" is light and childlike.

Cloud!

Your white body.

Are you waiting for me to put on your makeup?

Summer is coming,

You put the scorching sun,

It's covered.

Bring us cool,

Are you trying to shade us?

Lovely white clouds,

I really want to be a white cloud like you,

In that case,

I'm not afraid of the heat in summer,

And the cold in winter.