Poetry or prose describing the beauty of nature?

spring song

After the drizzle, spring comes quietly.

Spring comes gently in the soft wind.

Grass grows bleary-eyed from the soil.

The tree with its limbs stretched out changed into a light green shirt.

Flowers, competing for beauty, decorate the earth with beauty.

The spring breeze was warm, and I climbed the tea garden on the mountain.

The tea tree is green and the new leaves are tender.

The girl picking tea is dressed in colorful clothes.

Like blooming flowers, dotted with green tea gardens.

Girls, focus your eyes and put your hands away.

Picked and dotted with new leaves.

Girls, your skin is tanned.

But the face, emitting a healthy luster.

Girls, your voice is a little tired.

But in my heart, it is full of joy of harvest.

The spring breeze is fragrant, wandering in the golden land.

There, patches of rape flowers are in full bloom.

The green earth is covered with golden brilliance.

Several beekeepers are busy laughing.

Thousands of little bees

Also in a hurry, also humming with a smile.

They look excited and smell the fragrant flowers.

They kissed affectionately and the beautiful flowers bloomed.

They are happy to pick back the sweet honey.

They are more like hardworking people.

How much they love life.

They don't want to waste their time, this wonderful time.

Spring breeze, running on the vast plain.

Outside the village, there are endless wheat fields.

The fields are green.

Like a green ocean.

Sometimes there are layers of green waves.

Spread all the way to the distance

Two old farmers came from the field path.

They talked and laughed and pointed.

They walked in the country and looked very happy.

By the Tiantou River, the machine roared.

How many young people are there?

Equipment for watering wheat seedlings is being installed.

Some children came running and took out their sickles.

Squatting in the wheat field, looking for a pig grass.

In a clearing

They laughed and laughed from time to time.

Spring is coming, spring is coming.

In spring, butterflies dance among flowers.

Among the green leaves, birds are singing the songs of spring.