当我走向你的时候,原想收获绿意一痕,你却给了我整个春天。三月,你以最初的雷声,惊醒沉睡的每一朵花、每一株草。三月,你以最初的温柔,融化最后一块冰,打开第一次心动。光影转换,于此间觅到春山空灵的禅意,从早到晚,从风的呼声到夕阳的温柔。思绪可以栖息在最纯净美好的湖畔,也可以徜徉在书香中,任意西东。 When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a green mark, but you gave me all the spring. In March, with the initial thunder, you awake every flower that sleeps, every grass. In March, with your first gentleness, melt the last piece of ice and open your first heart. Light and shadow conversion, in the spring to find the ethereal Zen, from morning till night, from the voice of the wind to the sunset gentle. Thoughts can inhabit the most pure and beautiful lake, you can also wander in the book of incense, any Western.