Poems describing fine weather in spring

Comfort me. It's very cold.

The wind is blowing gently,

The fragrance penetrated into my heart.

Imitation is Chu ci. . . . Recently, I liked the three-day holiday given by Qu Yuan during the Dragon Boat Festival. ...

This poem is simpler. For example, spring is near, the cold days are long, and the warm wind wants to smoke the world. Red chaos is ready to quietly condense fragrance, and green and blue freshmen pour out their hearts.

The second one is a little nervous, everything is recovering and ready to go. The first one is, alas, today is a good day. Let's celebrate this feeling. . . . . If you don't like it, I can write it again, just for a compliment and adoption!