Please help me write some poems about the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, the spring breeze and the spring rain.

Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.