冰封的河流爆出第一声脆响,清凌凌的河水潺潺而来。最坚硬的冰,已无法阻挡春天的呼唤。西北风悄然转向了东南风。雪从树丫上溜下来。木讷的冬天,在沉睡的梦里醒来。万物兀自忙碌,抽芽、打蕾、开花、散叶,筑巢、播种……你可以开不结果的花,栽不成材的树,也可以像辛勤的蜜蜂,把春天一点点搬回家。曾经的凛冽、荒芜、绝望,都回到了春天。 Frozen river broke the first sound of crisp, Ling Ling Ling murmur of the river. The hardest ice, can not stop the call of spring. Northwest wind quietly turned to the southeast wind. Snow slipped from the tree. Quiet winter, wake up in a sleepy dream. Everything is busy, budding, budding, blossoming, scattered leaves, nesting, sowing ... You can open the fruitless tree, planted the tree, or a mighty bee, and move the spring a little bit back home. Once cold, desolate, desperate, are back to spring.