春天,记忆深处的春天总是被活力、生机包围着,像一位可爱而美丽的小姑娘,花枝招展地笑着、走着。希望,弥漫在春的深处,似一只活泼的百灵,唱出宛转动人的曲子。而冬,则是一列开往春天的列车,匀速奔跑在属于它的铁轨上,向着春天驶去。坐在里面的乘客,欣赏着窗外的无限风光,静静地,偶尔眼里掠过一丝惊奇,继而又消失得无影无踪。冬的气息感染了整列车上的人,穿着大衣,品着热气腾腾的茶,闲嗑着瓜子。车窗外的阳光穿透玻璃,温暖了整个列车。 In the spring, the spring in the depths of memory is always surrounded by vitality and vitality. Like a lovely and beautiful little girl, she smiles and walks happily. Hope, pervading the depths of the spring, resembles a lively brahmin and sings a song that turns people. In winter, it is a train that goes to spring and runs at a uniform speed on the tracks that belong to it, heading for spring. The passengers sitting inside admired the infinite scenery outside the window. Quietly, occasionally passing by surprise in the eyes, they disappeared without a trace. The breath of winter infected the people on the train, dressed in coats, steaming tea, and seeds. The sun shines through the glass outside the car window, warming the entire train.