丽城银杏树不知道为什么,我总觉得这个冬天特别漫长,而春天又总是离我时近时远。我真的渴望和你一起站在春天里,沐浴着春风和阳光,赏花、观景,聆听涪江自由舒展的歌唱。我知道你也渴望春天,以自己独有的风骨拒绝着城市的喧哗和烦躁。我多么想你的存在能滋养我诗意的生命和灵魂。我在冬天读你时,旁边巨大的卷纹石不知在思索着什么,或许在等待着什么?我深深地知道这些:它无法敞开心扉,无法将一种激 Belvedere Belvedere do not know why, I always feel this winter is particularly long, and the spring is always away from me. I really want to stand with you in the spring, bathed in spring and sunshine, flowers, viewing, listening to Fu Jiang free stretch of singing. I know you also long for the spring, with its own unique style of the city refused to noise and irritability. How I think your existence can nourish my poetic life and soul. When I read you in the winter, next to a huge curly stone I wonder what is thinking, perhaps waiting for something? I know these deeply: it can not open your heart, can not be a stimulus