Is there any poetry appreciation similar to An Yiru's "Flowers Blooming on the Moshang"? Note that as long as modern poetry and prose are modern! ! !

In the spring of March, the wind is gentle and the sun is warm. Walking outside the city, looking at the willows and wild flowers on the streets, you can't help but feel refreshed and romantic. "Flowers on the Mosque in March", this ancient poem seems to be floating in the wind from the horizon, from the depths of history, blowing across the streets and hitting my heart. The poem belongs to Zhao Yi, a poet from the Qianjia period of the Qing Dynasty. You can hold your head high. Looking from a distance, the Mo Shang style in front of you is absolutely modern, which enters your heart from the eyes.