初春来了,寒风吹拂,雨纷纷下落。带着柔软弹性的草坪上空无一人——这与秋日里许多人怀着闲净的心情,放飞五颜六色的风筝的场景截然不同。我隔三差五地骑车经过这里,总会带着祈盼张望,我脑海里充满了秋日里的恬淡和清旷——人的心事随着风筝高远,暂时变得没有渣滓,纯真好似孩童。这是人在一年里最怡然的季节。现在,一切都改变了,细雨霏霏,空旷使冰冷更加逼人,晦暗无形里,倒春的寒气弥漫。广场边一株高耸的树上,一只蝴蝶风筝在秋日里被绊住了,没能下来。去年的风筝挂在了今年的树上——每次仰望徒劳挣扎的风筝,我就想起自己曾经写下的这个句子。如果是其他类型的风筝也就罢了,偏偏 Spring came, cold wind, rain have fallen. There is no one on the lawn with soft and flexible - this is very different from the autumn scene in which many people have a leisurely mood to fly a colorful kite. I ride by car here and there, always with hope and hope, my mind is full of the tranquil autumn and Qing Kuang - people’s mind as the kite lofty, temporarily become no residue, pure like a child. This is the most productive season of the year. Now, everything has changed, the drizzle started, the open makes the ice more pressing, dull invisible, the spring chill diffuse. A towering tree near the square, a butterfly kite caught in the autumn, did not come down. Last year’s kite was hanging on this year’s tree - every time I looked up at the futile kite, I remembered the sentence I had written. If it is other types of kites it, just