There is a poem about spring.

Praise spring. Spring was conceived in that cold winter. Look at the red plums with proud snow in the wind. Every petal says that spring is full of joy, longing and hope. When the river thaws, the snow melts, everything revives, and the land is full of green, we really enter the spring ... The songs in spring are so sweet, the smiling faces in spring are so charming, and the air in spring is so fresh. Qingshan is so high, the water is so high, the blue sun is so bright, and Kyushu is full of spring. I want to fly into this beautiful spring, this vibrant spring, bringing infinite beauty and strength to people and new hope to the world. You healed the trauma of the soul with your hot hands, warmed the wilderness of the earth with your hot heart, and dispelled the haze and sorrow with your smile. You give your love to the world selflessly every year.