Seek a modern poem about tourism

The grass is tender and the wind is fragrant. In February, the spring in Bloom is full of Oriole, and the lake is rippling with blue waves and autumn waves. Don't be too busy to see butterflies. Why don't you pack your bags, take your wife and children from other hometown, see the green mountains and mountains in spring, smell the tinkling of streams, let joy rush to night, listen to the spring rain, pack your bags, watch the miscellaneous peanut trees in spring, watch the grass grow in the south of the Yangtze River, watch the frozen in the north, watch the stormy waves in the South China Sea and listen to the whip dance.

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