Looking for a modern poem about travel

The grass is tender, the wind is fragrant, the spring flowers are blooming in February, orioles are singing on the branches, and the lake is lightly rippling, and the fallen butterflies are colorful. Don’t waste your time when you are busy. Why not carry your bags, carry your bags, and take your wife and children away from home? Chasing the spring light to see the green hills and mountains, hearing the tinkling of the streams and the cheers rushing into the night, listening to the spring rain moistening the dream land while carrying the luggage, catching the spring light to see the assorted peanut trees, watching the grass growing in the south of the Yangtze River, watching the ice in the north, watching the swells of the South China Sea and listening to the horse herding whip. Dance wildly, listen to the dreams sung by Tianyou, watch the sun rise on the top of Mount Tai, watch the cranes dance beside the peach fields and write poems in the sea, sing in the mountains and release kites in the clear sky, let your heart fly and forward to Weibo< /p>

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