四季里,我最爱的还数春。不可否认地也喜欢与她相关联的一切:春雨,春风,春雷,春日,春光,春花,春耕,春游等等。数也数不尽的春色,像春的一个个宝贝,被储存在收藏夹里;又像是自家的斗柜里,在时光的催促声中,不慌不忙地,依次出场。每每,冬至汤圆才刚吃下,便翘首盼望春的来到。盈盈有一天迷惑不解地问我:“妈妈,春天怎么不来城市呢?”那一刻,我无语。是啊,城市的春像和我们玩捉迷藏似的,捉摸不到;又或许是城市太忙碌太拥挤的缘故,而让春没有了立足之地吧。我这样和她沟通的。既然她不来, Four seasons, my favorite number of spring. Undeniably also like everything associated with her: spring rain, spring breezes, spring thunder, spring, spring, spring flowers, spring plowing, spring travel and more. Countless spring is also countless, like a baby of the spring, is stored in the favorites folder; also like his own drawer in the urging of time, calm, followed by appearances. Often, the winter solstice glutinous rice balls have just eaten, then eagerly looking forward to spring. Yingying puzzled one day asked me: “Mom, why not come to the city in the spring? ” At that moment, I am speechless. Yeah, the city’s elephant plays hide-and-seek with us, and perhaps the city is too busy and crowded, leaving the spring without a foothold. I communicate with her this way. Since she does not come