雪花,在静静地飘,落向田野,落向庭院,落向塘边那轻垂的柳条。在远处,一株腊梅在欢笑。哥哥扎起了心爱的风筝,唱着春之谣。我穿上了冰鞋,送去一个鬼脸和憨笑。迎面飘来淡淡的清香,是谁家早开的兰草;门外传来清脆的“咯咯”声,是孵窝的母鸡在欢叫;小河边那些轻拂的柳条上,蠕动着 Snow, floating in the quiet, fall into the fields, fell to the courtyard, fell to the pond that drooping wicker. In the distance, a sweet plum is laughing. My brother took up a beloved kite, singing the ballad of spring. I put on the skates, sent to a grimace and a foolish smile. Face floating faint fragrance, who early open blue grass; door came crisp “giggle” sound, is a hen nest hatcher in the creek; those on the river flicking wicker, creeping