Do me a favor and copy the poems of the four seasons?

Spring is just around the corner. The daffodils are in bloom, the water is boiling, and it is a girl's home in the middle of the year. Come on, little brother, little brother, give me a hand.

Summer is coming. This daughter is angry, and her daughter is angry. Pomegranate flower is taller than agate. Little brother, little brother, pick one yourself.

Autumn is coming, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and there is a wave in my daughter's heart, little brother, little brother, talking nonstop.

Winter is coming. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. In my daughter's heart, it's whiter than that, little brother, little brother. Come back when you know.

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Is this all right?