Spring rain (a poem)

A curtain of misty rain washed away the dust and the blurred grass turned green.

Thousands of jasper flooded the embankment, and the sound of crisp geese broke through the thin clouds.

Soak in water, Tao Lei opens her lips, and do an outing to draw a skirt.

Looking at the countryside, I am ecstatic and reluctant to part with the spring rhyme.

(The pictures are all from the Internet, and can be deleted if there is anything wrong. )