南风知我意。当冰凉萌生在指尖,当荒原的风,翻山越岭,吹响我们的绿树,一种萧瑟的安静开始下落时,春,踏着款步而至。与朋友在初春的公园里踏青,循着尚冷的春风,找寻我们曾经的身影。我们是熟悉的朋友,却已不知有多久,不曾像孩提时那般忘情地玩耍。踏青的途中,我们却在不停地忙碌着手中的另一方天地,仿佛陌生人 Southerly know what I mean. When the cold sprout at fingertips, when the winds of the wilderness, over the mountains, sounded our green trees, a bleak silence began to fall, the spring, marching step by step. With friends in the early spring outing in the park, follow the still cold spring, look for our former figure. We are familiar friends, but I do not know how long it has not been as childlike playtime. Outing on the way, we are constantly busy in the other world, as if a stranger