Could you please correct the poem?
The spring rain ticks,
awakens the sleeping flowers;
The summer sun is hot,
burning clouds and colorful clouds;
The autumn wind dances,
It blows the cheeks of the maple leaves to shame;
The winter snow is flying,
There are plum blossoms in full bloom... .
Everything in the four seasons,
is in time,
but I,
leave behind the regrets of youth!