春暖花开,万物复苏,在这样的季节里我很容易想起一首古诗:“沾衣欲湿杏花雨,吹面不寒杨柳风。”冬日已然逝去,走在水边,闭着双眼,让我那古铜色的脸颊尽情地享受着春风的轻抚,这风儿如同孩子的小手掌般轻轻柔柔地抓挠着,有一丝冰凉,更有一丝温柔,好不惬意。很多人此时开始结伴登山游园,去寻找那春天的气息,而我却喜欢在暖暖的阳光里独步于水边,挥舞起手中的路亚竿,让钓线飘起来,让拟饵飞起来,去邂逅那水 In the spring season, the recovery of all things, in this season I am very easy to think of an ancient poem: “Zhanyi Yu wet apricot rain, blowing face not cold willow wind.” "The winter has passed away, walk in the water, closed Eyes, let my bronze cheek enjoy the spring stroking enjoyment, the wind like a child’s palm gently scratched softly, a trace of cool, more gentle, uncomfortable. At this point many people began to join the mountaineering garden, to find the flavor of the spring, but I like in the warm sunshine alone in the water, waved the hands of the road pole, so fishing lines float up, so bait fly , To meet that water