路春天来了,风细了,瘦了,圆了,长了。丝丝地吹着,若有若无,仿佛来自灵魂的缝隙。在清晨,沉默了整整一个冬天的花斑鸠突然叫了几声,是一只,或是两只,在这条路边的杂树林子里。从此,在以后的许多个早晨它都会不停地叫下去。阳光也出来了,阳光变暖时,便成了一种抚摸。在路边,我发现那株野海棠的枝条上爆出了芽粒。星星点点的,腥红。很红很红的颜色似乎有尖锐感,像针尖。 Road spring is coming, the wind is thin, thin, round, long. Frivolous blowing, if Ruowuowan, as if from the soul of the gap. In the early morning, a sudden silence of the winter a few times the speckle dove, is one, or two, in this side of the road in the miscellaneous woods. Since then, it will keep calling down many times in the future. The sun is also out, the sun becomes warm, it has become a touch. On the curb, I found buds burst on the branches of wild Begonia. A little bit of the stars, scarlet. Very red-red color seems to have a sharp sense, like the tip.