Why are there so many verses praising spring? What poems praising spring do you know?

In Chinese traditional customs, the ancients always regarded spring as the beginning of the year, and so do the 24 solar terms. In spring, the earth warms up, everything recovers and vegetation sprouts, presenting a vibrant scene.

Human beings and other beings, after a winter of hibernation, both physically and mentally will be refreshed with the arrival of spring, followed by orderly agricultural activities, planting a grain of corn in spring and looking forward to the arrival of ten thousand loads of grain in the fall harvest. It is the rhythm of spring that brings hope. Every person who loves life appreciates the new scene of "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise his family," so the literati with a certain level of culture began to use words to express their own unique feelings about spring, and beautiful poems have been passed down from generation to generation. North west of the Valley Mountain Temple, the water level is low at the foot of the clouds. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallows peck the spring mud. The flowers are in disarray, the shallow grass can not horse hooves. I love the east of the lake is not enough, green poplar shade white sandbank. -- Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake".

Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening. The wind is in the night, and it moistens things silently. The path is dark with clouds, and the riverboat is bright with fire. When I look at the red wet place, the flowers are heavy Jin Guan Cheng. Du Fu "Spring Night Joyful Rain" ------ spring night joyful rain do not listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, there is no harm in chanting and walking slowly. Bamboo staff and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A sharp rain is a life of its own. Cool spring wind blowing wine wake up, slightly chilly, mountain top slanting sun but welcome. Looking back at the desolate place, there is no wind or rain, nor is there a clear sky. --Song Su Shi, "Ting Feng Bo - Do Not Listen to the Sound of Leaves Beating Through the Forest" Jasper is made up into a tall tree, and ten thousand stripes are draped with green silk tapestries. I don't know who cuts the fine leaves, but the February spring breeze is like scissors. --He Zhizhang, Tang Dynasty, "Ode to the Willow/Willow Branches". I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.