"The child's innocence called back my innocence, and I found my childhood dream in the child's eyes." The poetess said so. Yes, when she was about to tell about her childhood, a child, deep in the Woods, took out a beautiful red moon from the bird's nest. She rediscovered herself from one painting to another. Perhaps, to her surprise, some of her childhood memories and feelings have been kept so clear, intimate and complete:
I used to be timid,
I dare not look out as soon as it gets dark;
Mother told this brave story over and over again.
But when I look out of the window, my heart is beating. ...
Dad insisted on taking me for a walk at night.
It turns out that flowers and plants smile like day;