Poems about spring should be written quickly.

I can't forget the spring, the empty courtyard in the spring night, and the gentle wind singing and listening in my dream. Some people have gone far, and some people have returned to their hometown. If there is moonlight on my pillow, I won't sleep tonight, because I still have her beautiful image dancing in my heart. Every time I look up at the blue sky and white clouds, my black eyes drift to the past. Every time I hug the night star, I want to shed a few tears under the lamp, but I am afraid that the tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak and leave the warm and soft bed without knowing that spring is waiting. Who are you waiting for? You are thinking about the love in spring, the frost in autumn, and all the sweet flowers under the bright window. I have been crying and laughing secretly on the way to wake up from my dream, and I have slowly forgotten my heart to miss the candlelight of spring or lonely hope.