初夏的轻纱撩起,时光的脚步在深浅的天空下起落,轻轻而又轻轻,将春天挥洒下的漫天柔润,浓缩成漫天的绿意,漫天的红、黄、蓝、紫——那些花朵,以及穿戴一新的人们。时光荏苒,白驹过隙,不知不觉,春天过去,春事尽了,红润的枝头,不再是三月的花期,遥远的梦幻,五月的心田里,也不再是往日的希冀,它正趋于长大,趋于成熟,趋于将甜蜜的果实付与采撷的过程,让那些怀揣希望的人们跃跃欲试。 In the early summer, the veil lifts up and down and the footsteps rise and fall under the deep and shallow sky. Gently and gently, the sky is full of spring and concentrated into the greenery of sky, yellow, blue, purple - Those flowers, and people who wear new ones. Time flies, fleeting, unconsciously, the spring past, spring off, rosy branches, is no longer the flowering in March, distant fantasy, heart of May, is no longer the hope of the past, it is Tend to grow up, become mature, tend to pay the sweet fruit of the process of picking, so that those who cherish the hope of people eager.