桃花红了,梨花白了。春天,正好读书。小时,翻开课本,第一页是幅画:天空净得水洗一样,柳条嫩得泛绿,小溪,潺潺流过农家,掩映在桃花、杏花丛中。对了,还有燕子,一个个逗点一样,有的沾水而飞,有的停在电线上。课文开头一句:“春天来了,小燕子飞回来了。”那一刻,拿了新书在手,闭着眼嗅着,一缕淡淡的书香,沁入鼻端,至今还萦绕不去。幼年读书绿柳下,鸟鸣如珠,一粒粒落在耳里心上,长出一地嫩嫩 Peach red pear white. Spring, just studying. Hours, open the textbook, the first page is a picture: the sky was washed net, wicker tender pan-green, brook, gurgling through the farm, nestled in peach, apricot flowers. Yes, there are swallows, one comma one, and some water and fly, and some stopped on the wire. The beginning of the text: “Spring is coming, the Swallow flying back. ” At that moment, took a new book in hand, eyes closed, a ray of light scholarly, Qin into the nose, still linger. Young willows under the green willow, birds such as beads, a grain falling in the heart of the ear, grow one tender