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Spring is written by poets.
This is a euphemistic bird call.
Spring in the painter's eyes.
It is colorful.
Spring is the conductor's ear.
The sound of flowers
Into a symphony.
Spring is a pianist's finger.
Buds bulging on the branches.
Play a beautiful chord
Spring is the cradle of singers.
Field kite competition
Butterflies are flying among the flowers.
Sunny Woods
The stream gurgled.
Spring is the thought of the enlightener.
Wan de yun hai
A stellar galaxy.
How many times have sparks collided?
Collision with the gold of wisdom
Spring is the new starting line.
The whistle has sounded.
You see
Vast rivers
The sail is rising.