那个夜晚,微凉的风吹开了久锁的湖面,湖水冷峻的面孔便涟漪般舒展开来。初醒的青蛙刚刚睁开惺忪的眼,便急不可耐地要诉说梦中的冬天。柳枝凑近水面,想和青蛙对话,又怕打扰湖面悠闲的小鸭。小草探头探脑,惊奇地盯着参天大树,不敢说一句话。迎春花却来不及长叶,先开了一树的花。那个夜晚,微凉的风很醇,我盛了一杯酒,迟疑着,不知该不该就此醉倒在风中。 That night, the cool wind blew open the lake for a long time, rippling ripples widened the lake’s cold water. Wake up frog just opened his eyes, they are impatient to tell the dream of winter. Willow closer to the surface, want to talk to the frog, afraid to disturb the duckling leisurely lake. Herbal probe brain, surprised staring towering trees, afraid to say a word. Spring is not too long leaves, first opened a tree flower. That night, cool cool wind is very alcohol, I filled with a glass of wine, hesitated, I do not know this should not drunk in the wind.