The wind is blowing from the south, and the flying canopy is like my arms. Where did it come from? Is it the Book of Songs? What is the title of this poem?

There is a poem "Flowers in My Arms" circulating in the modern network, which says: The wind comes from the south and flies over the eaves into my arms. Flower bone in my arms, willing to open for you. Harp harp is hard to accompany, and time urges people to come. The person who votes for my papaya will get the Joan Card Award.