春天是丰富多彩的,春天如此的美好,又是如此的短暂。于是,春天引发了人们的许多感悟。作家告诉我,春天必然曾经是这样的:一把雪在再也撑不住了时,“扑哧”一声,将冷脸笑成花脸;一首清闲的歌从云端唱到山麓,唱入低低的荒村,唱入篱笆,唱入一只小鸭的黄蹼,唱入新谢的春泥——软如新翻的棉被的春泥,那样娇嫩, Spring is rich and colorful, spring is so beautiful, is so short. Thus, spring triggered many people’s insights. The writer told me that spring must have been like this: when a piece of snow could no longer hold it up, “Puchi” was soon smiled and her face was smiled; a song of leisurely singing sang into the foothills of the clouds and sang Low barren village, singing into the fence, singing into a duckling yellow webbed into the thankful spring mud - as soft as the new quilt spring mud, so delicate,