The boy from the countryside dreaded loneliness,
So he kept a grasshopper by the pillowcase;
He grew up labouring in town,
and bought a watch that shines all night long.
As a child he’d always envied the grasshoppers
who homed in the graveyard grass;
Now the old boy is dead for three hours,
The second-hand of the luminous watch plods along.
-Bian Zhilin (Translated by Huiwen Shi)