日升,从容不迫;月落,平淡无奇。浑然不觉间,厚厚的台历又被翻过了近四分之一。我们自带着第一声啼哭来到这个世界上——感受这季节的冷暖枯荣,便用自己的脚步奏响光阴的一曲又一曲,踏过人生的一程又一程。我倚在窗前,寻找着这乍暖还寒的春的情愫:路上,人们迎着春风,争分夺秒地赶路;河边,嫩绿的柳芽儿最先挣脱寒的束缚,爬满树 Rising, calm; sunset, bland. Unpublished, thick desk calendar has been turned over nearly a quarter. We came to this world with our first cry - feeling the warmth and coolness of this season, we used our own footsteps to play time and time again and again, taking a journey through life. I lean in front of the window, looking for this warm and cold spring: on the way, people greet the spring breeze, race against time to hurry; river, tender young buds get rid of the shackles of the first, covered with trees