立春冬天的雪花,刚落下来就融化了。被西风吹落的枫树叶、梧桐树叶、衫树叶、松针和灌木的叶子,紧紧地和大地拥抱在一起。还有被风吹向远方的种子,落在泥土里的果实,它们的内心充满了真实的希望。没有人比我们更接近阳光。公园里的游人,慢条斯理地在湖边消磨时光,他们纯净而温暖。春天就这样来了,不慌不忙,特别容易亲近。孩子们在草地上追逐蝴蝶的时候,正好有一架飞机,从瓦蓝的天空飞过。 Spring and winter snow, just fall down to melt. Maple leaves blown by the westerly wind, the leaves of Indus, the leaves of blossoms, the needles of pine needles, and the leaves of shrubs cling tightly to the earth. There are also seeds blown by the wind, the fruits that fall in the soil, their heart full of real hope. No one is closer to the sun than us. Tourists in the park, slow to spend time on the lake, they are pure and warm. Spring came here, unhurried, especially easy to get close. When the children were chasing butterflies in the meadow, there was exactly one plane that flew over the sky in tile blue.