河里的冰被阳光舔舐成心字形时,河水瘦了,一波波向远处延伸着。风像一把剪刀,来回切割着空气和空气中的一切。料峭的春风,把石缝里和墙角下的迎春激怒了。它的心脏像一颗饱胀的麦粒,河水的波纹滚动一次,它的芽胞就膨胀一次。当河水在太阳的抚摸下闪着银色的光时,迎春在寒冷的日子里,以芽黄的姿态,向这个冰冷的世界宣言:我来了!春也来了!刚开始的时候,迎春的花朵三三两两的。不几天,身上就飞满了黄得透明的蛾子。在风中,迎春就是以这种密结的热情向包裹着棉衣的人们宣告,春来了, When the ice in the river licked into the heart shape by the sunshine, the water became thinner and the wave extended to the distance. Wind like a pair of scissors, back and forth cutting the air and everything in the air. Chilly spring, the stone crevices and the spring infuriating under the corner. Its heart is like a grain of swell, the ripples of the river roll once, and its spores swell once. When the river is shining silver light under the touch of the sun, the Spring Festival in a cold day, with a yellow bud gesture to the cold world declaration: I came! Spring is coming! Flowers twos and threes. In a few days, the body is full of yellow transparent moth. In the wind, spring is the enthusiasm of such a knot to the people wrapped in cotton clothes declared, spring is coming,