The Clown's Song: If you have nowhere to sleep, borrow my shoe, if you have nowhere to warm up, borrow my heart, if you don't have much to drink, quench your thirst with my tear, if you have nowhere to dream, borrow my dreams. I hide deep in my pockets two crumbs of bread, I hide the sun, the birds, and a white jasmine, and everything will become loaves tomorrow, colors to satisfy the eyes and mouths of children. Poems are diamonds in the global children's poetry. What a pity there is no Nobel Prize for Children's Literature. [Excerpt from publisher or edition presentation text]