布谷一啼春花早,思今往返清明梦。四月雨纷纷,旧故里草木深。这注定是一个追忆的时节,那些灼热的梦想和无悔的青春,在纸鸢纷飞中肆意滋长。那些潮湿的情结,过往的故事,逝去的岁月,如淡墨青荷在春梦中散淡开来。三年如初,五年犹新,这是一个结束,也是一个开始,但终归平静。再璀璨耀眼的明珠,也会有黯然谢幕的一天。铁娘子也终究抵 Cloth valley aroma of early spring flowers, thinking today Ching Ming dream. April rain after another, the old hometown deep vegetation. This is bound to be a memory of the season, those hot dreams and no regrets of youth, flying in the paper kite flying wanton growth. Those wet complex, the story of the past, the passing years, such as the light ink blue Dutch scattered in the spring dream. Three years from beginning to end, five years still fresh, this is an end, but also a beginning, but after all, calm. Another dazzling bright pearl, there will be a day sadly curtain call. Iron lady also arrived after all