The writing style of poetic form

In the flowering season, the wind chimes began to sway. Women by the river are like fragrant purple jasmine. The clothes in my hand are pure, and the river before spring beats like the sea, warming the fish in my hand and the wheat field next to Monroe in summer. I want to harvest the quiet sunset all autumn. The hut under the tree embodies the agility and transparency of ice and snow, and the smile movement in winter is related to the wind.