Imitate Zhu Ziqing's Spring and change it to winter.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching. Everything is like a dream. I'm glad to open my eyes. The mountains are moist and the water is rising, and the sun is crimson. The grass crept out of the ground, tender and green. In the gardens and fields, you see, a large area is full. Sit down and lie down. ...