时序已入三月,春暖花开的季节。强弩之末的寒冬已被温暖的阳光逼进记忆的角落。柳丝渐长,海棠吐艳,鸟雀在和风里翩翩起舞,冰雪融化的溪水在浅唱低吟。风烟俱静。草长莺飞。在这个感动生命的季节,任何佳词丽句镶嵌其中都不为过。“春雨,比晨雾还轻,比黄金还重。”(《春雨》)。读守伦的诗,总给我一种在场感,让我想起我们在一起的许多情景——“鸟儿 Timing has entered March, the spring season. The end of the winter has been forced into the memory of warm sunshine corner. Liu Si grows, Begonia Tuyan, birds dancing in the wind, the melts of ice and snow whispered in the shallow singing. Smoke and smoke are still. Grass long birds fly. In this life-touching season, it’s not an exaggeration to say anything beautiful or beautiful. ”Spring rain, lighter than morning mist, heavier than gold. “ (”Spring Rain“). Reading Guardian poetry, always give me a sense of presence, reminds me of many of the scenes we are together - ”birds