Four words describing spring, and two ancient poems.

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the flowers in bloom are falling, pink and green, full of spring, full of spring.

In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Tang Meng Haoran. Chunxiao)

2, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three chunhui! (Tang Mengjiao. Wandering sons)

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Tang Wangwei. Acacia)

Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Tang Bai Juyi. Farewell to the ancient grassland)

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Don Du Fu. Hope of spring)

6. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (Tang He Zhang Zhi. "Singing Willow")

7. You can't close the garden in spring. (the leaves are loose and the Weng is rare. "It's not worth going to the park")

8, good rain knows the season, when spring occurs. (Don Du Fu. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night)