A poem about spring

Poetry in spring is a step in spring. Although you can't see it, if you are a careful person, you must find it! Chun, where are you? The water in the stream is no longer frozen, and spring has passed. Chun, where are you? Buds have sprouted on the branches, and some of them have already opened "smiling faces". Spring has passed. Chun, where are you? Grass has sprouted from the ground, the land is green, and spring has passed there. Chun, where are you? The warm sunshine in spring sweeps away the haze in winter, and spring has passed there. Chun, where are you? When you stop looking for spring, you will find that spring is actually in your heart. Yes! Spring is in our hearts! Poetry in spring floats in the branches and shines in the flowers in the second spring. At this time, spring sings in the wings of swallows and dances in the whistle of pigeons. Spring gives the western hills a green wave. Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter. Spring brings boiling sounds to the fields. Spring gave the ancient city a charming spring thunder. The spring drum is ringing. Songs are broadcast in spring rain. Spring tides are like rough waves. A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green. A bird in expectation has quietly built its nest in the hearts of Beijingers.