Where are the poems in "Ghost Husband"?

Plum blossoms fluttered in the wind in January, kite strings broke in February, peach blossoms rushed with the water in March, and loquats were not yellow in April. I want to be confused by the mirror. In May, pomegranates were in full swing, and cold showers watered the flowers. In the dog days of June, everyone shook my fan, and in July, I was chilling, burning incense and holding candles. The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is full, and people are not round and heavy. Climb to see the lonely geese.