If you need to write a self-written poem about winter snow, autumn leaves or cold rain, it must be self-written.

The winter snow has not cleared up for several days, and the north wind was fierce last night.

When I wake up in the morning, catkins are still flying outside the window, and the pear blossoms are all over the garden and the city is full of spring. Autumn leaves are the saddest thing when the autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves turn into butterflies.

I am tired of dancing in the east and dancing in the west, but I can’t help but feel this scene. The cold rain in early spring and the east wind did not feel warm, and the drizzle in the evening was chilly.

The pattering of rain makes it difficult to fall asleep, and the night falls bit by bit.

I have little talent and little knowledge, I hope you will be satisfied.