走在光影迷离的小路上,心中没来由地涌出一丝闲适。路旁,是大片大片的迎春花。远远望去,犹如铺满了一地的黄金。黄金,却流动,它们是流动的黄金。你推我挤,热热闹闹,她们俏皮地玩着天真的游戏,散发出年轻的、张扬的气息。“我要开花!我要开花!”她们笑着,闹着,喊着。片片花瓣在阳光下闪着点点金光, Walking in the blurred light of the path, the heart did not come to a glow of leisurely. Roadside, large tracts of spring flowers. From afar, as if covered with a place of gold. Gold, but flowing, they are flowing gold. You push me crowded, bustling, they play playfully naive game, emitting a young, publicity atmosphere. “I want to bloom! I want to bloom! ” They are laughing, making noise, shouting. Petals flashed a little bit of gold in the sun,