映山红是窗外摇曳的春风,开启一冬尘封的记忆?还是一支支童稚的歌谣嘹亮黑土地的荒原?我的视线里油油绽放着醉人的映山红。冬天走得不算太远,春雪有时还历历在目。可映山红却满山满坡地悄然绽放,让所有从冬天刚刚走去的山民过着被柔情化尽的日子,如同涟漪向四周扩散而去。看着刚刚变绿的小草,被粉红的花瓣抚着晶莹的落珠,蘸着艳阳轰轰烈烈地疯长, Azalea is the swaying window of the spring breeze, open a winter dusty memories? Or a branch of childish songs lighten the wasteland of the land? In my sight oil bloom intoxicating azalea. Winter is not too far away, Haruyuki sometimes vividly remembered. But it can be marvelous hill full of sloping quietly bloom, so that all from the winter just walked by the mountain people live in the days of tenderness, as the ripples spread to the surrounding away. Looked just green grass, was pink petals caressing crystal beads, dipped in the sun soaring vigorously vigorous,