'And therefore would he put his bonnet on,
Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep;
The wind would blow it off and, being gone,
Play with his locks: then would Adonis weep;
And straight, in pity of his tender years,
They both would strive who first should dry his tears.
“少年无奈头巾戴,
炫日附沿窥美貌;
风吹巾带巾不在,
少年急泣髻露暴;
忍其年少风日怜,
争拭其泪近面前”