袅袅晨雾,将这座校园装点得越发素雅。入校门,向右拐,曲径通幽,一座古朴的亭子在尚未散去的晨雾中若隐若现。此时正值初春,多数树木尚只出现一抹极淡的绿意。而亭子旁的竹林,却早已张开嫩绿的芽儿,将一滴清澈饱满的露珠滚下,滚下漫漫长冬的寂寞,准备好迎接春天的活力。又是早上,仍是春天,只是此时 Curl mist morning, the more decorated the campus more elegant. Into the school gate, turn right, winding paths, a quaint pavilion in the morning fog has not yet dispersed in the looming. At this time, at the beginning of spring, most trees are only showing a touch of green light. The bamboo forest next to the pavilion, but it has already opened a bud of green buds, will be a drop of clear dew rolled down, rolling long winter loneliness, ready to meet the spring vitality. It is morning, still spring, but this time