阳春三月,阳光舒展慵懒的四肢,路边的雪、河里的冰刚刚融化,我和姥爷一起到郊外寻找绿色。我们来到河边,向对岸的远方望去,一片枯黄顺着羊肠小路蔓延开去,尽是荒凉。我低头看脚下,小草已被人烧成了灰烬,黑乎乎的。几片灰沾在鞋边,吹不走,擦不净,让人有些烦。春 Spring March, the sunshine stretch lazy limbs, the roadside snow, the ice in the river just melted, my grandfather and I went to the countryside looking for green. We came to the river, looked to the far side of the other side, a yellowish trail spread along the sheep intestines, desolate. I looked down at the foot, the grass has been burned to ashes, dark. Few pieces of ash stained in the shoes, do not blow, rub clean, people annoying. spring