Write a poem about catkins

I traveled / through Jiangnan

The face waiting / in the season / is like the blooming and falling of the lotus

If the east wind / does not come, the catkins of March will / Not flying

Your heart/is like a small/lonely/city

Just like the streets of bluestone/Xiangwan

The sound of the feet/does not ring, The spring curtains of March are not uncovered

Your heart is a small window that is tightly closed

My horse hooves are a beautiful mistake

I am not a returnee, but a passer-by...

Zheng Chouyu’s mistakes will be liked by girls.