Prose poems or poems describing spring.

There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Would you like to tell me which season you like best? I love spring, I love spring, the snow on the mountain melts into the river and the grass is green, and all life dances. I am very happy to go to the bare fields to find the first flowers to wake up. I'm glad to whistle in the green Woods in response to the birds' songs. I am very happy to fly a kite with Guiyan in the sunny south wind. I like summer. I like the green and bright sunshine in summer. Everything is thriving, and everything is thriving. I am very happy to listen to my mother's poems and stories in the cool breeze and under the starry sky. I'm glad the storm broke out. I am very happy to go swimming at the seaside, so that the blue sea wraps me tightly. I like autumn. I like the golden season of autumn. In the mature season, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the air is fresh, and the earth smiles so peacefully because of the bumper harvest. It's too quiet. I am very happy to climb mountains, search for red leaves and collect specimens through the jungle. I am glad to see the fierce competition and the spirit of brave struggle in the autumn sports meeting. I am very happy to look up at the ever-changing cloud dream and dream of traveling in space. I like winter. I like it when it snows. When it snows, the world becomes white. The lights of every household are so warm that pine trees, plum blossoms and holly trees stand upright in the snow. I am happy to make a snowman. I am very happy to have a snowball fight and skate on the frozen lake. I am very happy that my family is sitting around the fireside chatting and arranging a dragon gate array. I am very happy to welcome another new year with firecrackers and cheers. The God of Nature has arranged four seasons, and each season has its own charm and posture. Every season brings me happiness. I love every season!