Create your own poems about flowers.

Standing on Aspirin Mountain, the Dream City looked into the distance and saw an old castle surrounded by flowers and plants. Flowers and plants sway in the wind and dance like butterflies. Looking at colorful flowers and green grass. I thought: At that time, it must be beautiful to stand there and watch the white clouds. So I flew to the city, to the castle, to the paradise of my dreams, and finally to the other side of my heart, feeling very disappointed. Flowers and plants wave to the wind, but waste products sing for them. Looking at dim flowers and sparse grass. I thought: this is my fairyland, where I am entangled in dreams. Suddenly, I heard a crash and looked up. The turbid water in Xu Xie fell from the sky. Watered on the lawn, dyed clumps of hay, washed on the flowers, knocked off pieces of dead leaves. In this way, I broke one rainbow dream after another and crushed that hopeful face. Song life seems to be enjoying a CD, an album that makes you intoxicated with every song. You will appreciate every song … hum … as it rotates, we will always hear the next song. When you and I find this song so melodious, we will delete the song we are singing from our memory, but the melody has become a deep memory, because it is a classic song, and some people may be there. I found a song on the CD album of my life and sang it until I was old. Some people may not find such an eternal song in the CD album "My Life". I've been humming new songs, and you're ... singing old songs?