清晨的窗外,远山如黛,薄雾起伏。曾几何时,我早早地倚在自家的窗口,在料峭的早春寒风里,掐着指头算樱花的花期,静静地依约等待。看樱花树慢慢返青,瞧柔弱枝条长出嫩嫩的绿芽,望着蓓蕾小心翼翼探出一点点朱红,好似少女才点的唇。当这些可爱的小花苞悬在枝头如千万盏风铃时,沉寂一冬的樱花树即将为四月酝酿着一场绝美的视觉盛宴,此时却犹抱琵琶半遮面罢了。 Early morning window, distant mountains such as Dai, ups and downs mist. Once upon a time, I early leaning against my window, in the early morning cold wind, pinching fingers to count the flowering of cherry, quietly waiting in accordance with the agreement. Look at the cherry tree slowly turn green, look weak branches grow tender green shoots, looking carefully bud out a little vermilion, like a girl’s point of the lips. When these lovely small bud hanging in the branches such as thousands of wind chimes, the silent winter cherry tree is about to brew in April a beautiful visual feast, this time still still half-covered nothing more.