Write some ancient or modern poems describing the spring breeze, thank you.

"I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." (Tang He Zhang Zhi's "Singing Willow") "Spring flowers, reward me with clear shade." (Song. Wang Anshi's Mid-Levels Spring Festival Evening is a thing.) "Spring breeze is as clever as scissors. Cut the willows first and then the peaches." (Song. Mei's "East City Delivers Horse Tea Garden") "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they got tall again in the spring breeze." (Don Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)