In the spring of February and March, the grass is like water —— Zhu Meng, an ancient poem by Jin Yuefu
There is much grass in the south of the Yangtze River in February, and it is drizzling in spring.
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors —— Song Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple Seeing Xiaolin
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, but it seems familiar to me —— Shu's "Huanxisha"