2. The wind in February is like a clever pair of scissors, cutting the mountains and rivers into a new green; Like a talented painter, he painted the earth with color.
3. The February wind is like a kind mother's hand, touching my face gently; Just like a naughty child, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The February wind is like a naughty doll. Pulling the green leaves, kissing the stamens, shouting and running across the vast Yuan Ye.
February wind is like mother's hands and scissors. "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors."