才过初春,又到浅夏,刚酝酿好春日的诗篇,提笔时已过谷雨。青岛的春,犹如夜空的焰火、绽放的昙花,转瞬即逝。正如作家徐中玉所写,江南草长时,青岛空中还刮着十月的风,当各地画报上满载着花开花落的消息,南国的友人来问起青岛的春光,我们的回答照例是:“还早呢!”等得不耐烦的便说道:“青岛简直没有春天!”然而正当我们脱掉棉衣的时候,阴历三月的上旬,别地在乱嚷春归, Only in the early spring, to light summer, just brewing a good spring day poems, mention pen has been Guyu. Qingdao’s spring, like a fireworks in the night sky, blooming Epiphyllum, fleeting. As the writer Xu Zhongyu wrote, when the grass was long in the south, there was a wind blowing in October in the air in Qingdao. When all the local pictorials were filled with flowers, the friends of the southern countries asked about the spring of Qingdao. As usual, our answer was: “Still early!” And so impatient, said: “Qingdao simply no spring!” However, just as we take off the coat, the Lunar New Year in early March, around the chaos spring return,