Self-composed poem 1:
Suddenly it cleared up, suddenly I smiled, suddenly the flowers opened, and suddenly I felt much better. Oh, the new year has come, you have come, distant relatives have come back, butterflies have come, peach blossoms have opened, and warm spring has really come.
Self-composed poem 2:
Spring girl came, and she walked lightly. She came as soon as she got to earth. The earth has put on a new green robe, and the willows are floating in the wind. The grass sticks out its little head and the peach giggles. The children clapped their hands and laughed when they saw that she wouldn't leave.
Self-composed poem 3:
Where are the steps of spring? Where are the steps of spring? On the willow beside the West Lake, the willow sprouted. Where are the steps of spring? On the roadside primroses, primroses are in bloom. Where are the steps of spring? On the frog by the river, the frog woke up. Where are the steps of spring? Among the magpies in the sky, the magpies flew back. Where are the steps of spring? The children went for a spring outing.
Self-composed poem 4:
It's quiet outside the window tonight. No moonlight or snow particles. It's dark. All my ideas are monopolized. I think of the old days and the injuries I suffered before, and a pain comes to my mind. Peach blossoms stand by and watch the stream. Who can comfort them? Calling the name of spring over and over again, spring came silently. She sat gently by my bed and talked to me carefully: about grass and seeds that penetrate the soil, a catastrophe of life put me in a dilemma.