春来的时候,会有一场风,一声雷,天上的冰就碎了。落下来,被风拉扯的细密,化作雨丝,湿润而细腻,匆匆入地。树变了模样,天也渐渐蓝了。不知从哪里飞来一群麻雀,散开,在树枝上啁啾,眼看枯了一冬的枝丫就绿了,绿的毛茸茸的,满眼醉绿。暴出的新叶在枝上一天天丰满,醮了油彩似的新鲜,看了使人困倦庸懒,伴随着树丛草木间弥漫的一股涩涩甜甜的味道,那是新叶暴芽的气息。大河的波涛犹如一篇气势恢宏交响乐,扑面而来,万物喧嚣。自然界像眠了一冬的雄狮,抖擞着苏醒了,活 Spring comes, there will be a wind, a thunder, the sky is broken ice. Fall down, being pulled by the wind the fine, into rain, moist and delicate, hurriedly into the ground. The tree has changed its appearance, the sky is gradually blue. I do not know where to fly a group of sparrows, diffuse, twirling on the branches, withered a winter twig on the green, green hairy, eyes drunk green. Outbreak of the new leaves plump in the branches day by day, as if the oil-like fresh, tired to see people sleepy lazy, with a bush of trees and trees filled with a sesame sweet taste, it is a new leaf sprout breath. The waves of the river like a magnificent symphony, blowing, all the noise. Nature, like a winter lion sleep, tremble wake up, live