我爱春天的土地,被阳光照射着,被霏霏细雨沐浴着,被缓缓春风抚摸着,在残冰败雪中蠢蠢蠕动的温柔的土地。从一缕清淡的花香,我感受到家园的温馨,从一声叮咚的泉韵,我听到心灵的乐音,从一粒含苞待放的花蕾,我看到智慧的光华和坚贞的爱情。它送走过风雪暴疾的严冬,送走过贫困和饥饿,送走过干旱和枯萎,送走过失血的面孔和期盼的目 I love the spring land, shone by the sun, bathed in the drizzling rain, stroked by the spring breeze, and the gentle land that stupidly creeps in the ice of the fallen ice. From a ray of light floral, I feel the warmth of home, from a bang spring charm, I heard the sound of soul, bud from a budding, I see the wisdom of Guanghua and a strong love. It has passed through the harsh winter of blizzard, sent through poverty and hunger, sent through the drought and withered, sent away the blood of the face and look forward to the head