三月,是所有月份中最娇贵、粉嫩的月份。冬装还未脱去,春天却已破土发芽、朝着灿烂膨胀。只是初到的春天还羞涩、踉跄、扭扭捏捏。裸露的山,在风光里静静等待着蓬勃。枝头还没有花的消息,只有灿烂的梦想随着枝条在春风里荡漾。季节也还没有学会把温度放在一个合适的天平上,冷暖不定。时而艳阳高照,温暖宜人。时而又寒风刺骨,一步回到冬天。冬眠的动物还在酣睡,等待着某种号 March is the most delicate, pinky month of all the months. Winter has not yet taken off, but spring has sprouted, toward the bright expansion. Just arrived in the spring is also shy, staggering, twisting pinch. Bare mountain, in the scenery quietly waiting for the vigorous. Branches have not spent the news, only brilliant dreams with the branches in the spring rippling waves. The season has not learned to put the temperature on a suitable balance, warm and cold. Sometimes sunny, warm and pleasant. From time to time biting, one step back to winter. Hibernating animals are still asleep, waiting for a certain number