小草破土而出,花儿含苞待放,溪水奔流不息,蝴蝶破茧而出,鸟儿展翅飞翔……还是春天,还是美景依然,可人却变了,变得心事重重,变得多愁善感,再也不是那个无忧无虑的孩童了。面对着眼前生机勃勃的景象,我不为所动。抽出的新芽像秋天的落叶一样,仿佛又要凋落了;那含苞的花儿又与枯萎的花朵有什么区别呢,反正对我来说都一样。只是因为我不懂大自然吗? The grass broke out, the flowers budding, the stream flowing endlessly, the butterfly broke out of cocoon, the birds fly ... ... or spring, or the beauty is still, but people have changed, become mindless, become sentimental , No longer that carefree child. In the face of the vibrant scene, I am unmoved. The new shoots are like fallen autumn leaves. They seem to have fallen off again. What difference does the budded flower have with the blighted flowers? Anyway, it is the same for me. Just because I do not understand nature?