How to rewrite ancient poetry in your own words?

It's spring season in bloom again, and I'm going to visit the suburbs.

There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, which look like pieces of white silk dancing from a distance. There is a breeze blowing in front of me, just like a child's tender little hand stroking my cheek. Near noon, the sun radiates warm sunshine and shines warmly on the body.

I walked among the willows. Strong willows are like a huge umbrella. They dance like strong girls, and their waterfall-like hair is swaying in the spring breeze. Colorful flowers on both sides of the road waved to me frequently, as if nodding to me. Unconsciously, I boarded the stone bridge in the forest. Standing on the bridge, looking around, white clouds, breeze, sunshine and flowers and willows constitute a colorful spring picture!

At this time, I miss playing with my friends in my hometown when I was a child. Being in this pleasant scenery, I was completely intoxicated. There are passers-by in twos and threes pointing at me in the distance. They don't know how happy I am! I seem to hear them talking about me and say, "Look at him, he is so old, and he is as busy as a child, playing everywhere!" " "How did they know that I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery!

After many years, I still remember this spring outing vividly. Whenever I recall this incident, I have a deep nostalgia for my hometown!