春华秋实,草木枯荣,四季如一杯氤氲着迷幻般雾气的香茗,细细品味,令人满口生津,回味无穷。当屋檐下的冰滴下最后一滴的寒意,春,便到了,泉水、叮咚鸟语花香。自古,春就是诗人笔下的宠儿,感叹于“天街小雨润如酥,草色遥看近却无”的诗意。 Chunhua Qiu Shi, withered vegetation, four seasons such as a cup of tea with a dream-like fog of tea, savoring, full of fluid, memorable. When the ice drops under the roof of the last drop of chill, spring, then, spring water, ding dong birds flowers. Since ancient times, spring is the darling of the poet’s pen, laments in the poem “Days Street drizzle Runru, grass color distant but no ” poetic.