Please help me write a poem.

Steam is green and empty,

The universe is open to wind and rain.

I don't dream of Jinguju's poems,

Ordinary people do not know how to be happy.

Qing Xu: The sky. G: Get up. The first two sentences say that no matter what storms are outside, I am calm. Jingu: Shi Chong, an ancient rich man, once built a villa there. Descendants refer to prosperous places. Y: me. )