What is Zheng Chouyu's poem? Thank you.

Zheng Chouyu's poetry anthology is here: 8080/ novel/China peom/tonudbcbkj/zcy.html. I recommend some beautiful Zheng Chouyu's Wrong: I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, and it looked like a lotus flower in season, but catkins in March did not fly. Your heart is like a lonely little city, just like the streets of bluestone are silent at night. In March, the spring curtain does not show the heart. It is a small window that covers my horseshoe tightly. This is a beautiful mistake. I am not a returnee. I am a passer-by ... "Little Three" lives in Qingshi Town, and I only left her a Jin Ju and a high window. Perhaps, a little loneliness in the sky came in ... and Jin Ju is good at waiting, I think, lonely. Always wearing a blue shirt, I want her to feel that it is the season, or the arrival of migratory birds, because I am not the kind of person who often goes home. This time, I left you, it was the wind, it was the rain, and you smiled at night. I waved and a lonely road spread to both ends. At this point, you have returned home by the river, missing you to comb your long hair or tidy up your wet coat. I'm still on my way home in the wind and rain, and the flat weeds are far away. I'm afraid the darkness has really taken shape ... you say, you are so stupid. You look like a child. You shouldn't tie it up and let it fight again. The wrong book with broken lines is too thick. The beach where the cover should not be opened is too long. Clouds that shouldn't have left footprints came from the valley, and springs dripped from the crevices. It all started. Where is the ocean? The first encounter of the "wooden bridge" has become a thing of the past, and now it is a vast grassland. I have lost the right to keep your pet. Red and white rub against blue and the night sky. What a beautiful mistake, but I didn't miss entering the golden fruit garden, but I hate going to Victor's grave ... I leave you this time, and I never want to see you again. At this time, you have quietly fallen asleep, leaving us all unfinished, leaving this world, this world is still your dream. ...