Scholars and poets,
How can you be poetic without touching the scene?
You can't use any sentence to praise it.
Get out!
To this end,
According to the intention of the topic,
Now I have made a limerick,
Pure original works-
Frost is full of sadness,
The moonlight is empty.
The cold wind blew away last night's dream,
The old scene is like an illusion!
Finally,
Attach a situation map,
The same original work: