一日。我的春天,是从二月就早早开始的。春寒时节,我翻一页诗,念一个人,春天就走在路上。四月的第一天,一定有人早早奉花晏笑,心为君妍。二日。像一本诗集的扉页,像为一个人从心里抽出花枝一样,我偶尔眷顾的一条小路,以春风作序,开篇就走来你。三日。许多天要在这个路口,想念一页未完的诗稿了。春风会邀百花到尘世来,也会将尘土飞扬在这条小路 One day. My spring started early in February. Spring season, I turn a page of poetry, read a person, spring on the road. The first day of April, some people must give flowers laugh early, the heart is Junyan. Second day. Like the title page of a collection of poems, like a flower from the heart of a person out of my heart, I occasionally favored a trail, with the order of the spring as the beginning came to you. Three days. Many days to be at this juncture, miss an unfinished poem. The spring breeze will invite hundreds of flowers to the earth, will dust in this path