雪飘小了,飘远了;雨飘来了,飘近了。一声细细的、悠悠的柳笛声,把小城早春的柔情、空灵,表现得十分令人向往。雪,不知甚时候飘小了,飘远了。雨,又不知甚时候飘来了,飘近了。那风,那天,那地……那世界的一切哟都在这蒙蒙的雨中变得软了,软了……那柳条儿经雨丝来抽过,袅袅地摇曳,那动态真是轻柔极了的,一如那纤腰细弯、长袖舒展、绰约曼舞的广寒仙子。这时的季节,人也似醉在雨中了。芝罘(fu)小城突地响起了一声柳笛。人们才陡然惊觉:呆三又吹响柳笛了。哦,春天唱着细细 The snow drifts small, floating far; the rain floated, floating near. A thin, long willow flute, the town’s tenderness in early spring, ethereal, performance was very longing for. Snow, I do not know even when floating small, Piaoyu away. Rain, I do not know even when floated, and is nearing. The wind, the day, the earth ... All that yo in the world is softened by this rain of rain, soft ... That wicker smokes through the rain, swaying curl, that dynamic really gentle, As the slim waist, long sleeves stretch, graceful Man dance of the fairy fairy. At this time of the season, people also seem drunk in the rain. Zhifu (fu) town loudly sounded willow flute. Suddenly people were shocked: stay three sounded the flute. Oh, spring slender