Urgent! Help me write some poems or words about revisiting my old place. No, it's better to be original!

The sky is cold and clear, the flowers are withered and the trees are old, and the colors of the past are not seen. Leaves are falling in succession, and pieces are like words. The ground is bleak, and it is early winter. I feel lonely and whispering. There is no one here, but in Xiaoxiang? Fat and thin, jade toad is round and missing, and I don't remember the past. Tears glistened in the rain and dripped on the Dongting. Revisiting the old place, still alone. Next year, new flowers will bloom and be colorful and beautiful. Lonely Shang Huashi, full of autumn and yellow!