小时候对春天的感觉是,在大人们板着指头数尽九后,有暖风吹来,我们背着大人悄悄脱去厚重的棉衣,在胡同里疯跑。让我们畏惧了整整一个冬天的风吹在我们身上,不再是像刀一样阴冷刺骨,而是暖暖的。像母亲平时抚摸我们的手。在这暖风的抚摸下,我们出了满身的汗。大人们看着我们在胡同里快活地疯跑,笑呵呵地说:“该脱棉衣了,春天来了。”那时知道,脱下棉衣享受暖风的时候就是春天。再后来上学了,读了朱自清的《春》, When I was a kid, I felt like I was spring when the adults had a finger count of nine. We took the adult and quietly took off the heavy coat and went crazy in the alley. Let us fear a whole winter wind blowing on us, no longer as cold as a knife, but warm. Like the mother usually touch our hands. In this warm touch, we covered with sweat. The adults watched us run madly in the hutong, laughing: “The cotton-padded, spring is coming.” At that time, it was spring when the coat was taken off to enjoy the warm air. Then go to school, read the “spring” of Zhu Ziqing,