春夏秋冬一年四季的轮回,与人的生老病死的过程有不少相似之处。埋在泥土里的春天,被农夫的犁铧翻出来了,飘得很远很远的春天,被放风筝的孩子们牵出来了,春天来了。春天是布谷的吟唱,春天是一行行斜飘飘的雨丝。在细风碎雨和春雷的催生声中,人手舞足蹈地来到这个世界上,像被植下的一株小树苗,扎根土壤吮吸着大地的营养,不时地伸展四肢充实自己。一眨眼工 Spring, summer, autumn and winter all year round of reincarnation, and people’s life and death process has many similarities. The spring buried in the soil was turned out by the plowshare of the farmer, and the spring that drifted far and far was pulled out by the children who fly the kite, and spring came. Spring is the singing of cloth valley, spring is a line of oblique rain curtain. In the meteors and the thunder of the spring thunder, the human hand dances to the world, like a small seedling planted, rooted in the soil sucking the nutrition of the earth, stretching limbs from time to time to enrich themselves. Blink of an eye