An urgent need: poetry that praises, praises, hurts and cherishes spring.

The early spring of Wing Chun is like a crisp rain on the street outside the Ministry of Water, but the grass is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. In spring, you can win a day and find the fragrant seashore. The endless scene is a new moment. If you wait for the spring breeze, it will always be spring. In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the fragrant Surabaya shore, and the vast scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. Looking for flowers by the river alone (Du Fu) Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressing the branches. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow. Spring pains, spring resentment, Wang Anshi's rain falls on the trees in the south of the Yangtze River, and countless flowers bloom overnight. The green leaves are getting cloudy, and tourists are coming home. When I meet you, I don't know that spring will be dusk. Let's drink to Dongfeng, not hesitate to go to Liangshan Bohua, Sushi Huahua, and go to the wall. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea! Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. Cherish the spring desert, light cold on the small building, silver hooligans like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will. -Qin Guan (Qin Shaoyou)' s "Huanxisha" looks like the sky is empty, snowy and full of tourists. Lush, willow velvet, Yan Yan flies in spring and the breeze brings winter.