A poem describing the four seasons

Spring:

Jasper is dressed as a tree, and the spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors.

Summer:

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Autumn:

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Winter:

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