春天来了,她真的来了。风儿扭动着柔软的纤细,拈一缕花香,衔一枚嫩绿,拨动一下水的旋律。轻轻的,柔柔的,似有若无。亲吻过枝头、山岗、河流,穿透所有坚硬的事物。雨儿是从银河抽出身来的。轻盈、飘逸、透明、清新。母性的温润,细碎的呼吸。万物沉浸在婴儿甘甜的吮吸里,静静的,慢慢的,睁开了眼,蠕动鲜嫩的舌尖,泄露了神秘的花事。鸟儿带来了一首好听的歌。一支关于春天的歌。歌声撩开黎明,天就亮了,梦 Spring is coming, she is really here. The wind twists and turns the soft slender, twist a bouquet of flowers, title a verdant, dial the water melody. Gently, softly, like without. Kissed the branches, hills, rivers, penetrating all the hard things. Rain is drawn from the Milky Way. Light, elegant, transparent, fresh. Mother’s gentle, fine breath. All things immersed in the baby sweet sucking, quiet, slowly, opened his eyes, crawling fresh tongue, revealing the mysterious flowers. The bird brings a nice song. A song about spring. Singing out of the dawn of the song, the sky is bright, dream