Combined with the content of the poem, choose a perspective (the poet himself, the lilac girl, a blue brick in the rain lane, or an oil-paper umbrella, etc. ) adapt this poem into 200?

In the south of the Yangtze River where the drizzle is like silk, in a long and lonely alley, the walls with blue bricks and red tiles show the thickness of the years under the erosion of wind and rain. I looked at the dilapidated fence and thought about a little green on it. In front of me is a girl with an oiled paper umbrella, walking alone and sighing sometimes. In this smoky background, she is graceful and full of sadness, like cloves, with a delicate fragrance. I wonder who that girl is worried about. Who are you sighing for? Blink of an eye and disappear, like smoke and fog, can I meet you again? You beautiful lilac!