春,是细腻的,是温柔的,是充满希望的。不少深埋在心底的幻想与愿望,也伴随着春天的旋律闯进了心房。于是,我疑惑,我渴望,我思索……小草的思索春风吹散了寒冬的雪花,小草也张开了惺忪的睡眼,打量着周围的一切。它迷惑,彷徨……在春的抚摸下,它开始思索:“我想做一棵参天大树,去给世界增添一份绿色,去与天空的小鸟交朋友,去清新一片烟雾。 Spring is delicate, gentle, and full of hope. Many of the illusions and desires buried in the bottom of my heart are also accompanied by the spring melody. So, I wondered, I longed for it, I thought... The thought of spring grass blows away the snowflakes of the winter, and the grass has opened its sleepy eyes and looked at everything around it. It was confusing, er,... In the spring touch, it began to think: ”I want to be a towering tree, to give the world a green, to make friends with the birds of the sky, to a fresh smog.