Who has a poem from Gu Cheng? Do me a favor.

Early Summer, every wooden door is new, and the window paper is as clean as acacia flowers. It's as silent as a blank envelope. The alley is curved and long, and there is no door and no window. You take an old key and knock on the thick wall. Feeling, the sky is gray, the road is gray, the building is gray, and the rain is gray. Two children walk through the ashes. One is red and the other is light green. The branches want to tear the sky, but they only poke a few tiny ones. Dream In spring, flowers occupy the sky. There is no need for butterflies. Every flower has soft wings and her fragrance. The waves push you. Your fingers are as white as a sigh. White Night. He only has herself, and a whale lamp in the slightly swaying Arctic Ocean. Desire for Life. When spring leaves, every flower is wonderful. They are blocked by the pool and quietly become strawberries. In front of the door, the grass is bearing its seeds and the wind is shaking its leaves. We stand, it is very beautiful to have a door without opening it. It's beautiful. We love the land. We are standing, digging the soil with wooden shoes, and the door is getting hot. We gently lean against the beautiful Iron Bell, which falls like a handkerchief during the day, and the land is slowly hung. You seem to smile in the distance, but the image is silent. It seems like more than a dozen films are shown in two places at the same time. I am watching the episode in the square, but you are resting in the interval.