My First Pot of Gold Was All Given to You

That era disappeared and a new era came A pot of gold is given to you to create the soul of poetry Every minute is trampled by inspiration, like knives and scissors, like the cold east wind, and the severe cold of the north. A snowflake drifts in, creating a snow-white story A commotion started from humans I don't know----- This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.