Warm wind, floating clouds, tears into poetry.

Rain falls on the green island to read goose feathers. Warm wind clouds shed tears into poems. Next, the rain falls on the green hills, mixed with the smell of wild goose feathers, which is a yearning sustenance. The rain falls on the green hills, and the blue peaks sharpen the rock front. Rain falls on green hills, which is often used as a screen name because of its poetry.