和朋友聊天,谈到近来好几个晚上都感觉有悉悉索索的声音,吵得人心烦。朋友听完抱怨,只幽幽地叹了句:“大概,是春天了吧。”一刹那,哑口无言。什么是春?印象里永远都是那么几个场景:柳絮纷飞、山花烂漫、燕子呢喃,总觉得只待那满枝满树皆是青葱,漫山遍野尽染霞红才算得上春。春,不就是盛不下的绿与书不来的美吗?抬头,看向窗外,却是一派萧索的景象。但朋友口中所说的春,真的来临了吗?沿着水泥路向山里走。渐 Chat with friends, talked about several nights have felt aware of the voice of Soso, noisy upset. After listening to friends complained, only a faint sigh sentence: “Probably spring is it. ” For a moment, dumbfounded. What is the spring? The impression is always so few scenes: Catkins fly, Yamahana brilliant, swallows whispered, always feel that the tree is full of all trees are all covered with verdant, all over the mountains to make dye-pink red is considered a spring. Spring, not just the green and the book does not come to the United States? Looked up, look out the window, but it is a scene of depression. However, the spring of the mouth of a friend said it really come? Walk down the cement road to the mountains. gradually