Ask for a short poem about the four seasons, shorter.

Sigh of spring

I grew up silently.

Cherish a century-old dream

Just for you in a hurry

You can stop and stare for a while.

I opened it quietly.

That tree is full of beautiful lavender.

Turn into a butterfly and fall.

Heartbroken in vain on a cold morning.

Xia yinzhi

Don't surround me with your enthusiasm.

In your burning eyes

I have nowhere to run.

Why should I run away?

Let me melt into a wisp of smoke.

Fortunately, your head lingered for a long time.

Don't attack me with your wildness.

In your hurricane hug

I'm in pieces.

How did you know?

I am willing to be reduced to a cripple.

Sleep soundly on your silent chest

melancholy autumn thoughts

After May, my mind is still crazy.

Through the shade of trees, summer becomes more melancholy.

The edge of autumn water.

This is the lonely watch of Iraqis.

Don't look back, don't look back

Looking back is a waste of time.

The soul of winter

I am a happy elf.

Dance freely between heaven and earth.

I didn't mean to wake your lonely soul.

Fall into your warm palm

therefore

Lose one's life for some purpose or danger.

Just to wet your thirsty lips

Melia azedarach

I grew up silently.

Cherish a century-old dream

Just for you in a hurry

You can stop and stare for a while.

I opened it quietly.

That tree is full of beautiful lavender.

Turn into a butterfly and fall.

Heartbroken in vain on a cold morning.

Xia Huayin

Don't surround me with your enthusiasm.

In your burning eyes

I have nowhere to run.

Why should I run away?

Let me melt into a wisp of smoke.

Fortunately, your head lingered for a long time.

Don't attack me with your wildness.

In your hurricane hug

I'm in pieces.

How did you know?

I am willing to be reduced to a cripple.

Sleep soundly on your silent chest

melancholy autumn thoughts

After May, my mind is still crazy.

Through the shade of trees, summer becomes more melancholy.

The edge of autumn water.

This is the lonely watch of Iraqis.

Don't look back, don't look back

Looking back is a waste of time.

The soul of dance

I am a happy elf.

Dance freely between heaven and earth.

I didn't mean to wake your lonely soul.

Fall into your warm palm

therefore

Lose one's life for some purpose or danger.

Just to wet your thirsty lips

It's all a little song