早春的二月,乍暖还寒。郊外的垂柳在晨风里摇曳着,枯瘦的枝条刚刚萌芽,成行的连缀着椭圆的小点,渗出一丝丝的绿意,待到回暖,柔柔的春风便裁剪出片片新叶,舞动婀娜曼妙的身影撩拨人们的视线。沿着陌上走,天灰灰的,弥散着萧索之气,野菊花只一茎瘦梗了,杉树斑驳着,掉光 In early spring, it turns warm again. Weeping willow in the suburbs swaying in the morning breeze, thin branches just sprout, a line of small oval dotted with oozing, exudes a trace of green, until the warmer, soft spring will cut out a new leaf pieces, dancing Graceful graceful figure tease people’s attention. Walk along the street, the sky gray, diffused a lukewarm air, wild chrysanthemums only a stalk, the fir tree mottled, out of light