Seven-character or five-character poems describing spring should not be ancient poems. . . Sit back. . . Start (a disease)

1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams.

Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.

-"Spring Rain"