Write a poem about spring.

(1) Why do you complain about the willow when the flute is strong in the spring breeze? The spring breeze is not enough. The firecrackers in Tang Wang Zhizhou Ci "Liangzhou Ci" are one year old, and the spring breeze warms up the Anshi January Day in Wang Song, Tu Su. Since I dare not know you, why do I have to lift the silk curtain in front of my bed? ? "wildfire never quite consumes them, Tang Li Bai's Spring Thoughts, Spring Breeze Blows Gao Tang Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass, Spring Breeze Green, When Will the Bright Moon Shine on Me? Wang Anshi is boating in Guazhou. I can easily recognize the east wind. All colors are always in spring. Zhu Chunri was wet and his face was not cold. The spring breeze blew the dream of my hometown overnight, and then I drove to Los Angeles. Tang Yuanheng's "Chun Xing" (2) Spring Rain Spring Rain breaks the bridge, people don't cross the bridge, and the boat doesn't enjoy the cool. Fu's Spring Tour of the Lake knows when it will rain and when spring will come. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" in Tang Dynasty listened to the spring rain all night, and sold apricot flowers in deep alleys. Song Luyou's "Spring Rain in Lin 'an" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild. Tang Wei Wu Ying's Looking at the Xixi Chuzhou (3) In spring, the river is red at sunrise and blue in spring. A vicious spring water surrounds the flower body, and the flower shadow is enchanting, occupying the spring. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet. (4) In the spring, willow jade adorns trees, and thousands of strands of moss hang down in tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. (Han Xiong's Cold Food) There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village") If you want to wet apricot flowers and rain, the willow is not cold. (Zhinan: "Jueju") Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei (sending Yuaner to Anxi) Two orioles sing green willows and a line of egrets go up to the sky. (Du Fu: (quatrains)) Why should Qiangdi complain about Liu? Spring breeze is not enough. (Wang Zhihuan: