Everyone has had their own dream-chasing experience. Can you write a poem with one or several images to express your dream-chasing situation and mood?

It was the wind that awakened the violets in the water. From Chun Xue to winter frost, my thoughts always drift away. Meditation looks bleak. I pushed open the curtains and spread the flowers, and the pink moonlight climbed up my brow, evoking distant thoughts and lovesickness. I opened the window before it happened. The night wind shakes the roses in my hair basin, but it can't blow away the beautiful image in my heart. There is another morning glow in the sky. I'm still cold. I erased my feelings and complained that the wind awakened violets in the water and brought back many dreams of the world of mortals.