I Am In Love With A Child Dreaming At The Window. Not For Her Elaborate House On The Banks Of Yellow River; But For A Willow-Leaf She Has Let Fall Into The Water. I Am In Love With The East Breeze. Not That He Brings The Scent Of The Flowering Of Peaches White On Eastern Hill; But That He Has Drifted The Willow-Leaf Against My Boat. I Am In Love With The Willow-Leaf. Not That He Speaks Of Green Spring Coming To Us Again; But That The Dreaming Girl Pricked There A Name With Her Embroidery Needle, And The Name Is Mine. From The Chinese Of Chang Chiu Ling (675-740).