春,她虽然悄悄地逝去,但我还是不忘写她。春天就是春天,决不骗人,决并不令人空欢喜,你见过柳树的嫩芽吗?她不是嫩绿色的,而是鹅黄色的,柳树绽出了鹅黄色的芽,春天就已经来到树梢,来到燕子尾巴上,也来到我的心上。春雨如丝,但春雨,你更是春姑娘忠实的使者。你跟随着春姑娘来到大地,大地便生机勃勃,散发出一阵阵花草和泥土的芳香,沁人心脾。你仿佛是乐师灵巧的手,拨动着人们的心弦,让人们萌生出美好的希望。 Spring, although she quietly passed away, but I still did not forget to write her. Spring is spring, never lie, it does not make people empty joy, have you seen the willow bud? She is not tender green, but yellow, willow blossoming yellow bud, spring has been Came to the treetops, came to the swallow’s tail, also came to my heart. Spring rain silky, but the spring rain, you are more spring girl loyal messenger. You follow the spring girl came to the earth, the earth will be vibrant, emitting waves of flowers and the fragrance of soil, refreshing. You seem to be a dexterous hand of a musician, who pushes people’s hearts and makes people have good hopes.