Gentle spring breeze comes to the poem.

In early spring, I strolled to the suburbs, and the soft spring breeze brushed my face. It's so comfortable It is really "wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, blowing cold willows." Look, all kinds of flowers are blooming, red, green and purple ... I can't help reciting Zhu's poem "I can't help but know that the east wind is always spring." Spring is so full of energy that we should cherish it. Didn't you say, "Mr. Huang leans on the river in front of the tower and leans on the breeze in spring?"