春到,春到,几只雀鸟在枝头宣告,像一串风铃在春风里招摇,听起来连耳根都觉得清脆美妙。那年,正值百花当令,正值小城之春。雨露清鲜,雾朦飘逸,日暖蒸腾,不可逼视。在这霞肆锦骄的花城里,就连花儿和云雀都在梦中幻想着爱恋,又怎能不叫人憧憬?春天是做梦的季节,整座小城都有些心痒痒的不安。小城的春天,拥有一切梦境中美妙的元素——唯独,只缺了那么一个迟迟的日暮归人。 Spring, spring, a few birds announced on the branch, like a bunch of wind chimes swaggering in the spring, it sounds even the ears feel crisp and wonderful. That year, at a time when the flowers, is the spring of the town. Rain fresh, foggy elegant, warm day, not astigmatism. In this glamorous flower city, even the flowers and larks are all dreaming of love in their dreams. How can they not dream of others? Spring is the season of dreaming, and the entire town has some unpleasant feelings. The town of spring, with all the wonderful elements of the dream - alone, only a lack of such a late fall home.