Poetry about spring

I hope the mountains are still so green and the water is still so clear. Everything around them is fresh and green. Lush plants are growing. I sing with poetry. Don't be complicated. Don't disturb the sound of rain. After years of hard work, people want five dou of rice. Looking back, they will spread sunshine unconsciously. (It is a personal original work, which has been published in personal space. If you reprint it, you must indicate it, otherwise you will have to pay the corresponding responsibility for the disputes caused by it. Thank you ~ ~)