What is the masterpiece of Spring Rain?

Hope in Spring is coming to an end, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Just like lying down, he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are fine and the water is long, and the days are gone forever. Grass was stolen from the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, everywhere you see, everything is full. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, play a few rounds, and catch a few times. The wind is light and the grass is soft. Peach, apricot and pear, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers to catch. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet, eyes are closed, trees look full, peaches, Xinger and pears! There are thousands of bees under the flowers, and butterflies fly away. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous, nameless, scattered in the grass, eyes are still instantaneous if they are stars. "Blow face not cold breeze. A good person is like a mother caressing you. The wind is full of the smell of new earth, mixed with the smell of grass and flowers, all brewed in slightly wet air. Birds will nest in flowers and leaves, and they will be happy. The voice of calling friends is very clear, and the voice of singing is very feng shui. The piccolo on the back of the cow is loud enough. It is common to rain for three days. Don't worry, you see, it's like cow hair, like flower needles, like silk, densely woven, and there is a thin layer of smoke in the room. The leaves are green, and so is the grass. At dusk, the lights are on, and a little yellow halo forms a quiet and peaceful night. Go to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, and hold up an umbrella. There are men serving in the fields, wearing clothes and felt hats. Its thatched cottages are sparse and silent in the rain. There are more kites and more places in the sky. Cities and rural areas, every household, old and young, seem to be rushing out. The Tao leads the way, leads the bones and muscles, is full of energy, and does its own thing. " A year's plan lies in spring "; From the beginning, or work, or desire. Spring, like a falling child, is new from head to toe, and it is growing. Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers. Wei Wang smiles. If the spring is strong, there are few people, and there are iron arms, waist and feet to lead me forward.