刚下过几次蒙蒙的细雨,微风吹着千万条才长出的柳丝,青青的草,绿油油的叶子,各色鲜艳的花都像蝴蝶似的在飞舞,编织成了美丽的季节。一些黑色的精灵让这美丽的季节更加生动起来。它们一身乌黑的羽毛,一对可爱美丽的翅膀,还有剪刀似的尾巴,他们就是可爱的小燕子。这美丽的季节,也就成了小燕子们的乐园。小燕子们有的从这边的田野上一转眼飞到了那边的柳枝下面,有的横掠过湖面尾尖轻轻地碰了一下水面就看到了波纹一圈圈的荡漾开去。还有几只燕子飞累了停在电线上。远远的看去,电线杆之间的几条细线可真像五线谱,燕子仿佛就成了音符,看上去, Just a few times under the misty rain, breeze blowing thousands of years before the growth of the Willows, green grass, green leaves, brightly colored flowers like a butterfly flying, weaving has become a beautiful season. Some black elves make this beautiful season more vivid. They are a black feathers, a pair of lovely and beautiful wings, and scissors-like tail, they are cute little swallows. This beautiful season, it has become a swallow’s paradise. Some swallows from the field here on a blink of an eye flew over there under the willow branches, and some across the tail tip of the lake gently touched the surface of the water to see the rippling ripples go. There are a few swallow fly tired stopped in the wire. Looking far, several thin wires between the poles can be like a clef, the swallow seems to have become a note, it seems,