也许是不经意的一瞥,河边那株柳树已罩上一层淡绿的轻纱;也许是偶尔间一抬头,天空划过了一两声燕子的呢喃;也许是墙角的那丛迎春,悄然绽出了一星羞涩的浅黄;更也许是哪个孩子拿出了隔年的风筝,七掀八弄地要去试飞……提醒着被漫长的冬天捆缚得已经倦怠的人们:春天来了。 Maybe inadvertently, the willow tree on the river has been covered with a light green veil; perhaps it may occasionally rise, and the sky crosses the whisper of a swallow or two; perhaps it is the spring of the corner, quietly springing up. A shy yellowish star was out; perhaps even the child had the next year’s kite and he was about to fly to the ground. It reminded people who had been burned by the long winter: Spring is coming.