A modern poem praising spring (three paragraphs and four sentences)

The star on July 1st is a memory that will never die. In the moonlight garden, under the leaves of vines, the star on mom's knee is 13 1. The sea, which star has no light and which flower has no fragrance? At that time, I didn't have your tendency to wave ideologically. The star is 159. Mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, and the wind and rain in their hearts are coming. I just hid in your arms.