Help me find a poem praising the blue sky and white clouds.

In March, the wind in the air is getting warmer, the willow trees look like a wisp of yellow-green smoke from a distance, and the sky becomes clear. Spring is coming. I reclined lazily on the sofa and felt very weak. Working all day and doing the same job makes the whole person lifeless. I watched my daughter staring at the TV and watching cartoons, as if watching them with relish. I live on the fifth floor and seldom take my daughter out. I asked, "naturally, shall we go out to play?" As soon as her eyes lit up, her daughter jumped down from the sofa and said happily, "Go!" " Say that finish and get dressed in a hurry. We went downstairs and went to the basement to find the big kite that we bought once and never let go. Walking on the road, my daughter bounced around me, very happy. We came to a park under construction near our community. I can see colorful kites flying in the sky from a distance. We walked to the bottom of the lake that had been dug, and the water had not been put in. Actually, it's a big pit. There are no dense wires in the sky here, and kites can fly freely. I let go of the kite and ran away with the string. Kites fly to the sky quickly. My daughter happily took my thread, looked up at her kite and said, "Flying a kite is as simple as that." Seeing that the kite was about to fall, my daughter dragged the line forward. After a while, my daughter gave me the kite string again and ran to the bottom of the lake. The daughter found a twig on the ground and beat it on the ground with it. She smiled happily when she saw the mud flying. How easy it is for children to be satisfied. I pulled the string and adjusted the tightness from time to time to prevent the kite from falling. When I was a child, I dreamed of having a kite. I flew it in the wilderness in spring, but no one made it for me. I tried to make it out of bamboo, but it couldn't fly. When I grew up, my brother once asked me to make him a kite, but I still couldn't. My brother later made one himself, and it actually flew. I find myself as interested in flying kites as a child now. Seeing that my kite string was not long enough, I took my daughter around the park to see if anyone sold kite strings. I didn't buy it. After playing for a long time, I collected my kite and took my daughter home. The daughter found a small bamboo pole from the ground and held it in her hand. She asked me, "Dad, can I take this bamboo pole home?" I said, "Of course." The daughter said, "Really? Dad, that's very kind of you. Why do you promise everything I say? " I said, "As long as you are happy, Dad will agree." I suddenly felt a little guilty. Now we take our children to all kinds of classes all day, but have we neglected their nature? It's a simple thing to take a small bamboo pole home, and it doesn't cost money. The child is very happy. But how many parents will allow their children to do this? Many parents will definitely say, "throw it away, how dirty it is." What can I do with it? "The willows on the roadside have grown green leaves, one by one, very beautiful. The daughter said, "Dad, pick me up and let me touch the willow leaves." I picked up my daughter, and her little hand gently stroked the tender leaves, as if touching a precious handicraft, and said, "I like willow trees." "Good boy, just touched the willow. I remember when I was a child, the big willow tree in front of my house began to sprout every spring. I will climb up, pick the wicker, cut it into pieces, gently twist the outer skin, and then gently pull out the branches inside, leaving the outer skin as a willow flute. Put the willow flute in your mouth, and a gentle blow will blow out a nice sound. In spring, we go to the river to watch the ice melt bit by bit. I also went to the grass to find a plant called Guti. As soon as Goody pulled out the bud, I gently held the bud up with my hand and said, "Goody, Goody, why don't you come out and lick your aunt?" "It's interesting to think about it. Are all the "ancient bodies" on the grass relatives? Strangely enough, only by saying the nursery rhyme "Suck You menstruation" can a complete bud be pulled out. Maybe "Guti" was afraid that I would really "get rid of her aunt", so she came forward herself. The bud is still white with a little green. I put the bud in my mouth. Delicious and sweet. My daughter was in front and saw a faucet spraying water on the lawn. She ran happily. The lawn is not allowed to be trampled, but I don't want to stop my daughter. Although the lawn is beautiful, it is not fun to play. I'd rather have a weed, on which we can step happily. My daughter is playing in the fog sprayed by the faucet. Her clothes are a little wet and her shoes are covered with mud, but her daughter is very happy, which is enough. Living in the city, we seem to be getting farther and farther away from spring. Go to work every day, pick up and drop off the children, surf the internet at night, and don't notice that spring has come. Children have lost the happiness of our childhood and have a heavy learning burden since childhood. One day, I overheard an old classic song "Let's Watch the Clouds" by the old singer Steven Liu. Strictly speaking, this song is not about spring, but the sentence "Let's see the clouds" has made me relaxed and happy for a long time. Spring, hand in hand, soaking in the warm spring breeze, let's watch the clouds go! Flowers are red, willows are green, grass is long, kites are flying and blue sky and white clouds are flashing. What a beautiful spring! Think about it, how long has it been since we looked up at the white clouds in the sky and the grass on the ground? Let's watch the clouds go, how simple happiness.