当我们面朝返翠的山峰,站在暖阳下舒展粘滞的心情时,虽然我们不能记起春天是怎样来到的,但我们知道,无论冬天多么寒冷坚硬,也阻挡不了春天的脚步,有一个严冬就会有一个春天。我们无法洞察那第一片新叶是怀着怎样的一种勇气,在寒意袭人的清晨悄悄探出稚嫩的脸,向沉睡的万物发出? Although we can not remember how the spring came when we were facing the peaks of Mt. Cui and stood in the warm sun and stretched their viscous mood, we knew that no matter how cold and hard the winter was, it could not stop the pace of spring, There is a spring there will be a winter. We can not know what kind of courage the new leaf of the first one is. In the early morning of the cold-hot morning, we quietly explore the immature face and send it to the sleeping creature.