清风将檐下的风铃摇响,枝鸟口含露珠作晨曦里的第一声鸣唱。声情并茂的诵读声,在清明的晨空飘荡,把花瓣晶亮的露珠振落到了地上。书趣,溶在了少女清亮的眼眸里,清澈得能把心肺洞悉。轻捻书卷间,流逝的岁月化为年轮,任由淡淡的书香浸入,化作迷人而独特的印记。书香浸童趣:“读书之乐何处寻?数点梅花天地心。”年轮的始端由稚嫩的童话镌刻。在小小少女的眼中,美丽的童话故事如同一串串五彩斑斓的梦,多于繁星,碧于沧 Wind breeze will ring under the eaves, dew mouth with dew for the first time in the morning of the song. Fluent in the sound of the recitation, floating in the clear morning sky, the petals of the bright dew fell to the ground. Book fun, dissolved in the girl’s clear eyes, clear able to heart and lung insight. Light twist between books, the passage of time into an annual ring, let a touch of immersion, into a charming and unique mark. Book fragrance soak up the fun: “Where to find the music? A few plum world. ” The beginning of the annual ring engraved by the immature fairy tale. In the eyes of a little girl, the beautiful fairy tale is like a series of colorful dreams, more than stars, Bi Yucang