The most beautiful April self-written poem

The spring wind is blowing slowly, the willow tips reveal a little blue meaning, the grass is covered with soft green clothes, butterflies are floating and jumping on the grass to welcome the arrival of spring, the earth is brewing mellow, and after hot summer and frost, the most intimate scenery between heaven and earth is finally brewing. When I looked up, the wings of spring had turned into a cold breath. I stood in front of the carved fence, full of wonders of the whole world, and clouds were floating in the distance, which was bright at first glance.