Write a poem praising the spring rain by yourself.

The spring rain is as fine as a feather; Like flowers, fresh and pure. I feel relaxed and happy every time I look at it; Like catkins, I am on cloud nine. Originally from Ganquan Drinking Ice Creek,

Sprinkle with clear and moist mud.

Who says the dust is cold and fragrant,

When it rains, everything in the spring pool is clean.

This means that rain itself is ice in the sky,

Fall down to moisten the soil and plow the land.

How can you say that dust is cold and fragrant?

The arrival of the spring rain washed everything away.