Dai Wangshu's Short Childhood Poems

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge. Clove-like color,

Lilac-like fragrance,

Sad as cloves,

Mourning in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

Autumn Dreams

Modern Dai Wangshu

The shepherd's bell in the distance shook off the light leaves.

Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess.

So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past.

Oh, now,

I have some colds, some colds,

Still a little depressed.