阳春三月的江南,如诗如梦!操场上,草儿星星点点地绿了,却还留有一丝冬意。去年的冬天来得太晚,今年的春天花尚未开。唯有叶儿寂寞地绿着,雨滴悄然落下。眼前的一切都朦胧了,抬头望天,雾霾掩盖了它俊俏的脸,站在高楼放眼望去,只有一条条整齐的马路和疾驰而过的汽车,春还在吗?记忆中,儿时的爷爷家可真是一幅江南诗意图啊!每逢三月,那树枝上、小道边、屋角下,布满了三月的花,总让我不禁忆起朱自清的《春》:"野花遍地都是:杂样儿,有名字的,没名字的,散在草丛里,像眼睛, Spring March Jiangnan, poem dream! Playground, grass green little stars, but there is still a trace of winter Italy. Last winter came too late, this year’s spring flowers have not yet opened. Only leaves child lonely green, raindrops quietly fall. Everything in front of the dim, looking up, haze cover its handsome face, standing in the tall buildings looking around, only a neat road and galloping cars, the spring still? Memory, childhood The grandfather ’s home is really a poetic example of Jiangnan! Every March, the branches of the tree, the edge of the trail, the corner of the house are full of flowers in March, so I can not help but remember Zhu Ziqing’ s spring. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous children, a name, no name, scattered in the grass, like eyes,