Poetry is like a song in March.

March is like a song. Everything is singing. The south wind warms the window, cherry trees open, just like butterflies dancing, brilliant as clouds; Magnolia blossoms, the goddess scatters flowers, and the trees are full of snow, such as cotton; Forsythia clusters, full of branches hanging gold; Bustling, all for spring. Liu Yiyi is like a girl's charming arm, which makes people think; Poplar stripped pale and changed into green, full of heroic spirit;