Write a poem with Jinan flavor

When I arrived in Jinan in late summer and early autumn that year, I went to Baotu Spring, Black Tiger Spring and Daming Lake. At that time, the spring gushed out much more violently than it does now. This is really a magnificent three-hole competition, and the water gushes like thunder. Spring water flows into Daming Lake along the moat, and the rivers and lakes are crystal clear. Blue waves are rippling. The green grass swayed with the waves. Colorful fish chase and play in the grass. The air is full of hot, sweet and fishy grass and fish. This is spring water, lake water, river water-in fact, it is the smell of water vapor evaporated by spring water in the sun. When I grew up smelling the bitter taste of saline-alkali land in my hometown, I felt sweet and fresh at first sight. I believe this spring water tastes sweet and fresh.