雨打开了南方的春天谁能猜透这含春的心事?隐在唇边的潮声,说来就来,伴着一些花香、暧昧,或往事,时明时暗。一阵急促的扣窗后,粒粒思想停泊在叶的小船,静听湿漉漉的拔节声。无边无垠,水扑不灭的火焰。夜半梦醒,听大地不能拒绝的波澜,不知引诱了多少花的红唇。遮拦不住的鸟鸣会在洗净的清晨,不约而至。细碎的步子常常走进暖风,和一些温润的呼吸。已感觉不到一个人的冷了。她好像总是在不经意中说出,要去追赶些什么呢!泥土、河流、花朵、绿叶,都是这个季节里,她想要打开的梦 Rain opened the south of the spring who can guess this spring of mind? Implicit in the tide of the lips, then come, accompanied by some floral, ambiguous, or the past, when the dark time. After a burst of rapid deduction window, grain ideas parked in the leaves of the boat, listen to the wet jointing sound. Boundless, flames of eternal flame. Half awake at night, listening to the earth can not refuse the waves, I do not know how many flowers seduce the red lips. Can not hide the birdsong will wash in the early morning, invariably. Broken steps often go into the warm air, and some gentle breathing. Has not felt a person’s cold. She always seems to be inadvertently said, to catch up with what! Earth, rivers, flowers, green leaves, are the seasons, she wants to open the dream