Xiao Chun shows us a spring scene in the early morning after the rain. It seems dull, but it has infinite charm. Don't write flowers, don't write intoxicating fragrance, just use a few strokes to outline the deep spring that you felt at that casual moment. Poets cherish spring because of love, and spring because of love, concise and sincere. From "but now I remember that night, that storm", we can imagine the splendid spring scenery with birds and flowers.

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Spring is a good sleep, and it will dawn before you know it;

I suddenly woke up and there were birds singing everywhere.

Confused at night, there seems to be a rustle;

Oh, it's stormy. How many flowers have fallen?