握一掌年华,生一树繁花。绿,发自自然而荡漾于人间,每一抹明亮都浸满了希望。我虔诚地向上苍祈求那三寸春光,不多也不少。阳光像细碎的金粉,恣意地飘散;绿得直沁人心的草坪上开出一曲曲折折、纠纠缠缠的小路,错落的树阴像镂空的窗花,雕刻春天的轨迹。 Hold a palm, grow a tree flowers. Green, from the natural and waves in the world, every touch of bright are soaked with hope. I piously prayed to God that three-inch spring, not many nor less. Sunshine like finely divided powder, wantonly drift; the green was straight Qinkanli lawn out of a twists and turns, entanglement winding path, scattered trees like hollow window grilles, carved the trajectory of spring.