Poems describing flying cherry blossoms

The cherry blossoms are half open, the glass is warm, the green leaves are full of shadows, the clouds are crimson, and the Iraqis have long hair. Actually, I really want to know, is that painting of yours an ink painting? Are there any trees, such as Chai Fei and Xiao Qiao, or other objects? Introduce it in detail, so that the content of the poem will not be empty, and it is more worthy of ink painting. All in all, good luck.