Poetry about catkins flying in the air. The spring shadow blocks the catkins, and the pear blossoms can be seen in the dark moon. ——Zheng Gu's "Staying in a Cottage in Luonan".

The remaining flowers in March are blooming more and more, and swallows are flying from the small eaves every day. There are tens of thousands of willows hanging outside the building. If you want to stay young, the spring will go away if you don't live long enough. Just like catkins floating in front of the wind. Follow the spring and see where you go. The green mountains and rivers smell of Du Yu.

The Qingming Festival has passed, and it is the season of flying catkins. The sky is full of catkins flying softly in the air. Watch the catkins fluttering lightly, floating among the flowers, falling into the fields, carrying the dream of spring, and dispersing the prosperity. .