If I were a magic pen, I would come to the desert. Draw a shade for her to attract small butterflies of five colors. If I were a genius, I would come to a school for the disabled and draw bright eyes for them to make them healthy. If I were a genius, I would come to the bare cliff, paint it green and turn it into a barrier. if ...
"Fantasy" children, come and sleep in my castle, where there is as fragrant as flowers and as melancholy as flowers; I left your seaside mulou, and I also hid your bright black eyes. As long as we plant an evergreen poplar on this isolated island, let seabirds nest and let nightingales sing. -My castle hides you and your wandering soul; Also hidden deep, close to your wife, that pale face, and gray tears. -To Haizi Gu Cheng