Ma Chun's original poem.
Spring mother, red flower, blue flower, open her mouth, spring mother feeds her with raindrops, spring is the mother of grass, green grass, green grass, raise her childish head, spring mother moistens her with raindrops, and spring is the mother of fruit trees.
Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and fragrant flowers filled the whole garden. In spring, she is the mother of the river. As soon as the wind blows, the river melts and she runs forward freely. Ding Dong thanked her mother, Chun, our mother, for flying kites, swinging and picking up crayons, which kept you in your dreams.
This poem expresses how colorful Mother Chun is, and it is also full of fairy tales, describing peach blossoms and Sydney. That picture seems to really appear in front of my eyes. And we should learn to be grateful and cherish the vitality and life brought by our mother in spring, so we should cherish flowers and trees and don't trample them casually. Respect every life that exists.