What are you, an imitation of poetry?

The poem about what you are is as follows:

Warm sunshine in winter

You are the warm sun in winter. I said you are the warm sun in winter, shining on me snuggling in the corner. You are like a beam of light, and my heart is so happy that my hand accidentally touched the beam of light, and the warm current flowed into my heart uncontrollably. You are the light that brings the dawn, the melting snow in winter, the dream, the elusive reality, the expectation and the warm sun in winter.

sun

You are the bright sun, Qin Songling. I said you are the bright sun. Illuminated light warms the whole earth, and everything revives under your light. You are a beam of light in early winter. The breeze sweeps through the alley, the stream gurgles and the leaves flutter quietly. This is soft, this is clear, and you are.

You are dressed in flowers, you are holy and great, and you are a clear sky. Golden rape flowers, you are like; Shining star, you are; The mysterious atmosphere filled you with dreams of orchids. You are the spring breeze, the dawn of a day, the light, the warmth, the true feelings and the brilliant sun.

spring breeze

You are the spring breeze in Yang Yingying, you are the spring breeze, charming, dancing at my fingertips, you are a dancer, and your beautiful dance is heartbreaking. You are the spring breeze, full of fragrance, slowly coming to me, infected with the fragrance of brewing, you are the winemaker, the mellow wine is intoxicating, you are the spring breeze, you are the invisible spring breeze. You left me with a crisp laugh.

You are a September day on earth.

I said you are the day of September on earth, smiling face dyed the sun red, gentle, flashing and changing in gorgeous autumn. You are the field in September. Sorghum has been bent with laughter, autumn wind is light, and drizzle is blooming in the wind. That's magic, that's graceful, you are, that's the happy face of bumper harvest, you are happy, you are solemn, you are happy, and you are the expectation every year.

After the heat, it's cool, and you're like, full of yellow osmanthus, and you're like, hot and red, and the sun shines on the maple leaf in your dream. You are a twinkling star, the smile, love, warmth and hope in your dreams at dawn, and you are the September day on earth.