日子悄无声息地掀开了春天的门帘。晚上在河边散步,大地苏醒的浓烈气息一下子扑入鼻中。夜色中,群山在朦胧的月光里巍峨壮观,神秘诱人。路旁柳树垂下一条条爆满嫩芽的枝条,梳妆着夜色,这所有的一切安谧宁静,伴随着时光的流水潺潺划过春天的额头。在我所经历的岁月里,柳树是一种生命力强大,性格柔美品德高尚的树木。在乡村,在山野,房前屋后、道旁沟沿,随处可见它们婀娜的身影,亲人一般淳朴亲切。我十二岁以前,是在老家农村杜岗度过的。村后有一条通往外界的土路,路两旁是水塘,塘边长着腰粗的柳树。每年 Days quietly opened the spring curtain. Walk by the river at night, the strong atmosphere of the earth awake suddenly thrown into the nose. In the darkness, the mountains in the hazy moonlight spectacular, mysterious and attractive. Roadside willow hanging a bud full of shoots branches, dressing the night, all of this all quiet and quiet, accompanied by the time of the murmuring of the water across the spring forehead. In my years, willow is a kind of noble, noble and lively tree with strong vitality. In the countryside, in the mountains, houses in front of the house, along the road next to the ditch, everywhere they are graceful figure, relatives generally simple and friendly. Before I was twelve years old, I spent my time in rural hometown Du Gang. After the village there is a dirt road to the outside world, on both sides of the road is a pond, the pond with long, thick willow trees. Per year