How do the four seasons produce poetry

There are many poems about the four seasons, and I found two here for reference.

winter

What people remember most about it is snowflakes.

Pieces of snowflakes like goose feathers fell to the ground.

Writing winter songs quietly on the floor.

Meanwhile, he hid the winter songs.

Form a white snow blanket.

She's leaving.

But he left at the last minute.

Look back at that beautiful place.

Qiu Ge.

Frost condenses into dew.

It's a nostalgia for green.

Hard times on windy days

Dye the leaves that have been adjusted early into gold.

A bird with a beautiful song.

Back to the forest, yesterday's vicissitudes of life fell on the trees dyed in autumn.

Several white pigeons flew over the top of the tree.

The gentle wind brushed the feathers.

Feathers used to be so beautiful.

That tenacious green

Micro-motion sunlight among quilt leaves

Shining on the wings belonging to the blue sky.

Poetry of the four seasons can be transformed through the different characteristics of each season and scenery. You can point out your feelings by touching the scene.