一 三月，春风习习；封闭已久的灵魂随风飘去，去追寻曾经缠绕我始终的那颗令人魂销意飞的芳心。这个季节，农夫正在耕耘，工友正在劳作，文人正在笔耕，凡者正在忙碌。你，静静地伫立于季节的窗口，遥望远逝的流星，感叹人生的悲戚。 山顶的钟声响起，环绕四面山水；春天的歌 January and March, spring breeze; the long-awaited soul floating in the wind, to trace the hearts of those who have been entangled in my soul-intended fly heart. This season, the farmer is working, the coworkers are working, the literati are writing, and the others are busy. You, quietly standing in the window of the season, looking at the passing meteors, lamenting the grief of life. Peak bell sounded, surrounded by landscapes; spring song