如果说秋天是北京最好的季节,那春天就是北京最坏的季节了!因为每年最大的风沙多在北京的春天,常常是粉红的桃花和艳黄的迎春花盛开得正好,又有柳枝吐绿,红黄绿各种颜色把十里长街交织点缀成多姿多彩春意正浓的时候,却遭到一连几天几夜特大的风沙肆虐把它们刮得死去活来,遍地落花,残留无几,光秃秃的树枝顿然失去美丽的生气。我很少看花,但是每当这时,总会由于大自然的美丽被破坏后的惨淡而使我暗生感惜之叹。每当春天的漫漫风沙来临,常常在每个深夜听那呼啸拍窗令人心悸的阵阵狂风;早晨风停了,那紧闭的窗户内外的窗台前总有厚厚的一层黄沙。少年时代我读过茅盾的作品,其中有某篇后记的大意说:“文章写完,刮进窗来的沙土已盖满了书桌和纸张。”可见这已是久久的历史现象了。 If autumn is the best season in Beijing, then spring is the worst season in Beijing! Because the largest annual sandstorm in Beijing in the spring, often pink peach and yellowish spring flowers in full bloom, another willow branches Spit green, red, yellow and green all kinds of colors Intertwined in the long street criss-cross into a colorful spring is thick, but it was a few days a few days after a large wind and sand raging wreak havoc to them scrape, everywhere, residual, bare, bare The branches suddenly lose their beautiful anger. I rarely see flowers, but whenever this time, always because of the beauty of nature was destroyed after the bleak and make me feel sorry for the impotence. Whenever the long winds of spring are coming, we often hear the frightening blinding winds whistling at every late night; when the wind stops in the morning, there is always a thick yellow sand in front of the window sill inside and outside the closed window. When I was a teenager, I read Mao Dun’s work, in which there was an epilogue saying: “After the article was over, the sand and dust that spilled into the windows were covered with desks and paper.” This is a long historical phenomenon.