“娉娉袅袅十三余,豆蔻梢头二月初”。和煦的春风不停地催唤,乍暖的阳光不住地温抚,躺在泥土里的种子如何还睡得着,所以还寒的薄冰也就总锁不住那嫩绿的幼苗。如花的季节,多梦的年龄,我们已开启的心灵窗户还怎能关得上?夜很沉,我的心情坏透了——一前天课堂上,我掏出小镜子,欣赏着里面一个“眉如粉黛,面似桃花”的美人儿,想着他那句“黄毛丫头不要拽”的话,恨恨地想,你才是愣头青呢,咱怎么就黄毛丫头了?“狐狸总说葡萄 ”娉 娉 curl more than thirteen, nutmeg in early February“. Warm spring breeze constantly called, warm sun warm inviting, lying in the soil how the seeds are still asleep, so also the cold ice will always lock that green seedlings. The season of flowers, the age of dreams, how can we close the window of the soul that we have opened up? The night is heavy and my mood is bad. - In the day before yesterday, I took out a small mirror and admired it. ”Eyebrows such as powder, face-like peach“ beauty children, thinking of his sentence ”yellow hair girl do not drag", then, bitterly think, you are Lengthenqing it, how we yellow hair girl? Always say grapes