On a whim, I wrote a limerick. Can anyone comment on it for me?

The north wind was strong in the mountains and fields last night, and the snow was still falling in the humble temple as chickens crowed.

One branch of red plum blossoms and half a branch of red plum blossoms. The mountains are covered with snow and the valley is empty.

The monks swept the catkins in the courtyard, and the poets caressed the plum blossoms on their heads.

Unexpected Bodhi’s three-life wish will only increase the misfortune of the young master.

Haha, the change is not good, it’s funny