吻着这沁人心脾的花香,我也醉了。早春时节,当遥远的北国还是千里冰封、万里雪飘的隆冬,家乡罗平的油菜花早已静悄悄地一声不响地开满了世界。田野里,小溪旁,山坳上,马路边,从山脚到坝子,一层层一片片,纷纷扬扬,浩浩荡荡,撒满山间,撒满天地,也撒满人们的心田。它无暇顾及梨花的嫉妒,不能理睬桃花的厌弃,急悠悠、兴冲冲地聆听着 Kissing this refreshing floral, I was drunk. Early spring season, when the distant north of the country is still a thousand miles frozen, miles snow drifting winter, rape of his hometown Luo Ping quietly silent has been full of the world. Fields, streams, col, the side of the road, from the foot of the mountain to the dam, a layer by piece, have soaring, mighty, sprinkled with mountains, sprinkling heaven and earth, but also full of people’s hearts. It has no time to take into account the jealousy of pear, can not ignore the peach abandoned, anxious, excitedly listening