What images do I see in my poems?

The images in my eyes are spring breeze, grass, birds and lake water. The spring breeze awakens the earth, everything recovers, and the grass changes the original yellow land into new clothes, showing the vitality and beauty of nature in spring.

I see

peony

I saw the late spring breeze.

Quietly rubbing the rich grass,

I think they are low-headed and low-headed.

Maybe there is a green tide in the water in the distance;

I watched the birds spread their wings.

Breathe quietly into the far-reaching clear sky,

I saw the clouds glow slowly.

Inadvertently staring at its land with intoxication.