Lattice poetry

Who owns the garden in sunny days and spring? Warm method urges, the valley is peaceful, orioles dance, and the fragrant trees are moved at first. Seeing the wet golden clothes, Ye Ying speaks like a spring. Xiao Lai's big branches are rough, as if whispering his heart and profound meaning. There is no evidence that warm smoke comes out at first, and then you go swimming with bees. Wild tracks, two calls, and finally dance in the fog. When I was on the farm, I was in the depths of the flowers. At this time, Haiyan was biased and both Shao Guang and Iger were released.

I changed the original poem, hope to adopt it!