冬天的渐渐逝去标志着春天的降临,然而,无论是天气上还是景色上都找不出春天的影子,姑且是它还在春眠吧。萧瑟的街道上还有未化完的雪片,窗户上还有斑斑迹迹的霜花。行人不会去注意路边的小草有没有发芽,不会去在意春天怎么还那么冷,甚至还有人没有意识到春天的时节已经降临,就如我。春天,绿草茵茵,可我这里呢?萧瑟的冷风呼呼地从耳边吹过,摸着冻红了的 The passing away of winter marks the coming of spring, however, neither the weather nor the scenery can not find the shadow of spring, let alone that it is still in its sleep. Bleak snow flakes on the streets of the bleak, there are traces of frost on the windows. Pedestrians will not pay attention to the roadside grass has not sprouted, not to care how the spring is so cold, and even some people do not realize that the spring season has come, just like me. Spring, green grass, but here I? Bleak cold wind whirring from the ear, touched the red