当一丛丛稀稀拉拉的小草从地底探出脑袋时,当柔嫩的柳枝在徐徐微风中吐纳第一片嫩芽时,当第一朵娇艳的报春花在晨曦中贪婪地吮吸着甘甜的晨露时,当第一朵洁白的浮云悠闲地飘荡在湛蓝明净的天空时,当羽翼刚满的鸟儿在枝头兴奋地鸣唱时,有一个温柔的声音告诉我:春天,来了! When a bundle of sparse grass sprouts from the ground when tender tender willow branches in the breeze in the first sprout, when the first blooming primrose in the early morning greedy sucking sweet Morning dew, when the first white clouds floating leisurely floating in the clear blue sky, when the wings just full of birds excitedly singing in the branches, there is a gentle voice told me: spring, come!