初春,大地从沉睡中苏醒。田野里飘来一阵阵泥土的清香,草儿吐露出娇嫩的幼芽,好奇地窥视着人间;姑娘们穿着艳丽的衣裳,在碧绿色的草地上欢快地歌唱。万木争春,小溪哗哗作响,两岸铺上翡翠般的地毯。举目眺望,大自然一片生机,令人陶醉,使人神往。只有一棵橡树默默地站在一旁。它没有穿上新装,它那饱经沧桑、满是皱纹的老皮一丝 Early spring, the earth awake from sleep. Floating in the fields, the fragrance of earth and muddy grass sprouted delicate young sprouts and curiously peeped into the earth. The girls, dressed in colorful clothes, sing happily on turquoise grass. Wan Mubian Zheng Chun, croaking rushing, jade carpeted the banks. Lifting the view, nature is a life, intoxicating, fascinating. Only an oak stood silently. It does not wear new clothes, it is full of vicissitudes, full of wrinkles of the old skin a trace