How to describe a modern poem with the scenery after the rain has cleared up?

Pushing open the door of spring, I heard birds chirping in the city and several birds announcing spring. They dared not go to town, but cheered outside the school. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close. They are my friends, as if they were relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. I pushed open the door of spring in the contention of birds. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Sometimes I think of some tombstones, and sometimes I think of my childhood. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring poetry has been full of spring poetry. My poems are leaves and crowns in spring. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? In autumn, He Qifang shook off the dew covered in the morning, and the sound of logging floated out of the valley. Put down the sickle that has been full of fragrant rice, and hold up the fat fruits and vegetables between the bamboo fences with baskets. Live in a farmhouse in autumn. Cast a round net over the cold fog on the river and put away the shadow of cypress leaves like herring. The reeds are shaded with frost and gently shake the parked oars. The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats. The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry. The stream dried up and the stones became clearer. Where is the flute on the cow's back, the flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat? Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess. Autumn-Haizi wrote on the beach with our bones lying on the ground: youth. Then back up the old father for a long time, interrupting the animal-like fear to fill our poems. Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn and cover up our bones lying on the ground for a long time-autumn is coming. Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.