Written a poem describing spring

Original

"Spring"

Thunder sounds, the sky opens,

Rain comes, spring comes.

In the green, the orioles are red,

The drizzle gradually becomes hazy.

Don’t talk about separation and sorrow, don’t talk about wine.

How many bright colors dye your eyes.

Walking in some greenery,

Why not?

I blame those who don’t know how fast people are walking.

Red Apricot Garden,

Sad?

I admire the subtle fragrance of the flowers hanging out of the wall.

Weeping willows twist their waists and smile when the wind blows.

The sharp bamboo shoots break through the ground when the sun shines.

Children are running around and laughing,

Taking advantage of the strong east wind, kites are flying all over the sky.

Yonder swallows,

playing with the sunset,

This kite,

butterfly dances with double flowers.

Throwing freehand freely,

There is nothing better than youth.

Another thunder will sting you;

Another drizzle will cause the grain to grow.

There are many beautiful flowers and branches,

There are worms at the bottom of the grass.

The azaleas are gorgeous in azalea,

as delicate as cheeks.

Melancholy, melancholy and unfit for the occasion,

It is just like the green and green drops.

Let’s talk about spring again.

How can we forget about autumn, winter and summer?

Come on, come on!