一瞬间,好像生活中的一切都覆盖上了希望的影子。前方的一切那么未知,但是让人热血沸腾,充满遐想。于我而言,春天并不是个值得喜欢的季节,跃动的阳光躲在厚重的雾霾之后,让人望着一片灰蒙提不起精神。偶尔清风拂动,喷灌的水滴飞扬在恣肆倾泻的阳光罅隙里,倒让人觉得这种美好太不真切,反而有些畏惧了。仔细想来,畏惧的又何止是温暖清新的天气,更是镶嵌在这个季节间的一种逝去的生活。抑或者, For a second, it seems as if everything in life is covered with the shadow of hope. Everything in front of the unknown, but people excited, full of reverie. In my opinion, spring is not a season deserving to be enjoyed. The rising sunshine hides behind heavy haze and makes people look gloomy and unprofitable. Occasionally the breeze whisk, sprinkling water droplets flying in the unrestrained sunlight crevice, make people think that this beauty is too real, but some fear. Think carefully, afraid of more than just warm and fresh weather, but also embedded in this season of a passing life. Or,