Fill in the poems of Grade Two.

I love life, I love the four seasons. I love spring. In the pink and green south of the Yangtze River, I feel the vitality of "I wake up carefree in the early morning of spring and birds are singing around". I love summer. In the rippling lotus pond, I feel the infinite pleasure of "moving the boat to splash green and leaning against the wind to shake the handle". I love autumn, and express my heroic feelings in the lofty and clear world of "a crane in the clear sky rows clouds, and poetry will bring blue sky"; I love winter and enjoy the vastness of snowy Yuan Ye, where there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.