丝般的细雨已飘落多时,带着柔情的醉意,毫无遮掩地洒下这诗一样的亲切。岁初,绿意又开始了一段段的恋曲,恋上风,恋上雨,恋上过客的足迹,恋上深闺的诗句。把依恋写满枝头,又开始了生命的枯荣,似乎冰释的世界一切都来的淋漓、酣畅。春寒未尽,料峭的风打在脸上,依旧的寒,灌尽领口却清爽、彻底。岁初,细雨已飘落多时,湿了山头,湿了 Silky drizzle has been falling a long time, with tenderness of drunkenness, no cover to shed the same kind of poem. Beginning of the year, the green has begun a period of love songs, love, love the rain, fell in love with the footprints, fell in love with the purples verse. The attachment is full of branches, but also the beginning of the life of the dry, it seems that the world of ice all come dripping, hearty. Spring is not exhausted, the chilly wind hit the face, still cold, filling the neckline is fresh and thorough. At the beginning of the year, the drizzle has been falling for a long time, wet the hill, wet