A short poem praising spring

Spring is coming slowly

with coolness and gentleness

The flowers are blooming one by one

There is a smile on the red cheeks

The grass is covered with

green dresses

One by one

Pieces

are green waves on the Yuan Ye

Wandering on the spring path. The strings of the heart

ancient ballads

attract children's laughter ...

The footsteps in early spring are still reserved

It is a bud on a branch

It is a bud in a flower bed

It is a crisp cry of the old Yan's return to spring

The thin mud is licking people's soles

Birds are singing spring poems

.

Dancing lightly and gracefully

Spring rain

Soft

Transparent

Harmonious

The needle-like thing

is woven into a transparent cloth

Rain falls on the river

The circular halo

is spread out-

. Rushing forward

green spring water

rippling comfortably with the wind-

sometimes a few thirsty swallows

swoosh-

sip some cool river water

and fly into the sky again

as if spring water is a part of spring <