春,是个美丽诱人的字眼。春,珍藏着梦幻、孕育着生命、承载着期望,冲破冬日的严寒,向我们大步走来了。春,像一首诗。那映入眼帘的绿色和景物,给诗人带来无尽的遐想。芬芳湿润的土壤,掀去厚重的冬装,绽开欢乐的笑脸,迎接每一个探寻者的造访;温暖和煦的清风,像一只灵巧的燕子,夹带着报春的信息,飞过山川原野,飞过摩天大厦,飞过海岛村庄;娇艳明媚的阳光,毫不吝啬地抛撒到人间,如同一只温暖的巨手,在轻柔地抚摩着大 Spring, is a beautiful and attractive words. Spring, treasured fantasy, pregnant with life, bearing the hope, breaking the cold winter, strode to us. Spring, like a poem. That greeted the green and scenery, to the poet endless reverie. Fragrant and moist soil, lifting heavy winter wear, happy smile face to meet the visit of each of the explorers; warm and warm breeze, like a dexterous swallow, carrying the message of Primula, flying over the mountains and wilderness, fly through Skyscrapers, flying over the island village; tender and bright sunshine, generously thrown into the world, as a warm giant, gently stroking a large