Poetry describing the beauty of spring

In Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, when spring comes, Du Fu in Tang Dynasty knows the rainy season. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. Wild trails and clouds are dark, and rivers and boats are full of fire. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. On the willow tree, he decorated the jasper of Zhang Zhi in the Tang Dynasty into a tree and hung down 10,000 pieces of green silk. I don't know who cut the beautiful leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The peach blossom of Dalin Temple is Tang Baiju. I don't know how it got like this. Spring tour of Qiantang Lake, north of Jiating West of Baijuyi Gushan Temple in Tang Dynasty, with flat water surface and low cloud feet. Several early warblers compete to keep the trees warm, and their new swallows peck at the spring soil. Bloom is becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can throw horseshoes. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. Chunxiao, Tang Ranchun morning, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing all around, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. Hui Chong