看着鸣幽一行行关于春天的诗句,突然想起屋前的树上,去年喜鹊一家在此安身,今春,又多出一窝来,想必是他们有了后代成家立业了。鸣幽关于春天的想象,在笔下长出青草。他笔下的《春雨》,太透明了,一根根清晰可见。春雨是春天的水晶珠帘,湿润润地一揭开,就是一副大地的水墨画卷,腾起缕缕烟雾。《春暖花开》了:我们都是春天的逗点,有几个还会出落成惊叹号,但她是循环往复永远不会划上句号的。春天不用博大,春天肯定 Looking at the quiet line by line on the spring verses, suddenly remembered the trees in front of the house last year, a family of magpies in the spring, and more than a litter, presumably they have the descendants married. Ming secluded about the imagination of spring, grow in the pen under the grass. His “Spring Rain”, too transparent, a root clearly visible. Spring is the spring crystal beads curtain, moist and wet to uncover, is a picture of the earth’s ink, soaring plume of smoke. “Spring is Blooming”: We are all spring comic points, and some will come out into exclamation points, but she will never come to an end. Needless spring, spring certainly