春天来了。这里的人们喜欢春天像喜欢玉石一样。他们每天都可以呼吸叶子的清香,聆听花开的声音。在悠远的意境中,他们会感受到大山深处有生命的孕育和成长的静语,仿佛圣洁的天使入梦,轻盈,柔软。他们不让花开的声音惊散春光的明媚,以此装点自己生命的豪迈。面对春天,王木堂却怎么也高兴不起来,他整天阴沉着脸,好像别人欠他多少钱似的。其实王木堂不高兴有不高兴的理由。前年,他承包了村里一个小玉矿,小 spring is coming. People here like spring like jade. They breathe the fragrance of the leaves every day, listening to the flowers. In the distant artistic conception, they will feel the deep blessing and growth of life in the depths of the mountain, as if holy angels dream, light and soft. They do not let the sound of flowers to shine the bright spring, in order to decorate the heroic life. In the face of spring, Wang Muta but how happy are not happy, he gloomy face all day, as people like how much money like him. In fact, Wang wooden hall unhappy unhappy reason. Two years ago, he contracted a small jade mine in the village, small