在一个春天的季节里,我们走过田野,走向树林。风已穿上了绿的衣裳,在我们的眼前悄悄走过。风是春天的音乐家,在歌颂着大自然的蓬勃生机。你伸出手,轻轻地摘下一片绿色的树叶,那绿叶上分明还闪动着太阳的光芒。我责怪你说,你是用一片树叶的生命作代价,来欣赏春天的风景。你笑了一下,并不作答,只是用双手捏住那片树叶,把它轻轻地放在唇边,鼓起嘴巴吹了起来。 In a spring season, we walk through the fields and into the woods. The wind has put on the green clothes, walking quietly in front of us. The wind is a spring musician, singing the vigorous vigor of nature. You reach out and gently pick off a green leaf, the bright green leaf also flashing the sun’s rays. I blame you for saying you are using the life of a leaf as a price to enjoy the spring scenery. You laughed, did not answer, just pinch the leaf with both hands, gently put it on your lips, blowing his mouth up.