冬爷爷柱着拐杖慢慢地走了,春姑娘迈着轻盈的舞步来了。春天来到了公园里,绣花针般的绵绵小雨滋润着大地。小草穿上了嫩绿的新装,好奇地伸出小脑袋望着这个世界,当生人走过,它便躲进泥土中。好似大文学家韩愈的诗句:“天街小雨润如酥,草色遥看近却无。”柳树抽出了嫩绿的新芽,所有的枝条各 Winter Grandpa column crutches slowly gone, spring girl walked light dance. Spring came to the park, needle-like rain drifts moisten the earth. Grass put on the verdant new clothes, curiously stretched out his head and looked at the world, when the stranger walked, it hid in the soil. Like a large writer Han Yu’s verse: “The sky drizzle Runru Crisp, grass color to see the near but no.” Willow out of the green shoots, all the branches