Poetry with a sense of smell

Taste: sour plums splash their teeth, and bananas are green and covered with window screens. Spring breeze will also want to leave the pain of parting, instead of urging this willow tree to turn green.

Touch: I want to get wet with clothes, but I don't feel cold when I blow my face. Hands are like soft pancreas, and skin is like frozen fat.

Listen: the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.

Vision: At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

Smell: From a distance, it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."