I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
——William Wordsworth "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

读书的时候学到这首诗，只觉得Wordsworth的翻译（华兹华斯）太巧妙了，根本领悟不到这首诗，现在倒是觉得别有一番滋味。