清晨,钱塘湖边的春天醒来了。在一阵阵沉稳而有力的钟声中,我睁开了睡眼。凝神细听,水珠从窗外屋檐间轻轻地滴落,那么清晰,如同滴落在心头,有一份特别的润湿和清凉。我翻身下床,迫不及待推开窗扉:一股带有泥土气息的空气扑面而来;庭院里,树枝上新嫩的绿 In the early morning, the spring in Qiantang Lake wakes up. In the waves of steady and powerful bells, I opened my eyes. Concentrate on listening, the drops of water drop gently from the window outside the eaves, so clear, as if dripping in the heart, there is a special wet and cool. I rolled over and got out of bed and couldn’t wait to get out of the window: an air of muddy atmosphere rushed in; in the courtyard, fresh green branches