春天是诗的季节,梦的家园。当寒冬在最后一场风雪中隆重谢幕时,春天悄无声息而又轰轰烈烈地来了。最先感受到春天温暖的是小草,柔嫩鹅黄的她,在大地母亲温暖的怀抱里挤开一点缝隙,探出尖尖的头,试探着张开毛茸茸的眼睛,也许是睡的时间太长了,和蔼的阳光有点儿刺眼,她慢慢地适应了,使劲地挣了挣身子,眼 Spring is the season of poetry, dream home. When the winter curtain in the last curtain call curtain, the spring quietly and vigorously came. The first to feel the warmth of spring is the grass, soft and yellow, she squeezed a little gap in the warm embrace of the earth mother, spiked his pointed head, tentatively opened his furry eyes, and perhaps it took too long to sleep A bit glare of the kind sunshine, she slowly adapted to make a hard earned ear, eye