What are the poems praising spring?

Article 1: "Spring Poetry" is a story of spring, which falls in the dense fog and gets wet all spring in the early morning. The song of birds soaked the memory. It comes from the clever Hao Han bird, which has tears in winter. Swallows pick up rain, moisten apricot flowers and moisten spring mud. The short spring is bound to leave the flowering period, and the rules of loyalty will spit out blood and beautifully condense into seeds of love. Even if it doesn't germinate, it will mark the limit of life. What is that? Far away ... it's autumn wind chasing leaves, spring rain washing green branches, snowflakes flowing through the window in a low voice, poplars sighing slightly in the autumn night ... What is that, is it far away ... It's splashing, the surging tide, the roar of tigers and leopards, lightning and thunder hitting the sky directly, far away ... It's a neat ensemble of frogs, a monotonous short song of bees, the flapping wings of cities and life. Distant ... eardrums are shaking, waterfalls are rumbling, sparrows are talking happily about what the morning is, while western Western jackdaw is saying goodbye to dusk sadly in a distant place ... It is the mechanical beating of life, the sparks flying from the anvil, the laughter of coal in the fire, the melting of zinc and copper, what is it, is it far away ... What is this? Far away from me, I can't hear clearly in my dream ... Chapter 2: Spring is coming slowly, and the cool and gentle flowers are blooming one after another, and I still have a smile on my cheek. The grass is covered with green clothes, one by one, and the green waves on the vilen wander on the spring road, with endless tenderness and endless whispers. Huifeng trembled, and the ancient songs that touched my heartstrings attracted the children to laugh ... The pace of early spring was still very reserved. The bird on the sole is singing the poem of spring. Light blue breeze flows through your fingers, soft rain falls from your head ... Little spring rain dances lightly and gracefully. Spring rain is soft, transparent and harmonious. The sky is woven into a transparent cloth with this needle-like thing. Spring is slowly coming, cool and gentle flowers are blooming one after another, and there are wisps of smiles on my cheeks. Chapter three: Spring is full of storms and green rain. Spring woke up and jumped into our arms. The stream just woke up and hasn't cleared his throat yet. Spread crunchy songs all over the floor. Just after waking up, the fruit tree exploded before it grew leaves. The most dazzling and gorgeous thing in spring is the swallow. As she whispered, she carefully cut out new clothes for spring with shiny scissors. Although it still makes you feel a little chilly sometimes, it can be as hot as fire. After all, spring brings depressed winter from gray memories ... Chapter IV: "Spring Breeze" Let me ask my mother, what is spring breeze? Mother pointed out the window, and there was a kite in the air. Catkins fly like snowflakes, dandelions are like a group of small paratroopers; The little doll is playing with the windmill, buzzing. "The spring breeze is very naughty, so I hide in them."