春天来了,绿了河岸,红了桃林。微风吹动着坟旁的纸钱,噼噼啪啪的鞭炮声赶走了树林的寂静。风儿撩起我的衣领,就像您以前为我理平衣领时一样;满山的野花向我招手,就像您曾经召唤我回到你的怀抱。妈妈,春天来了,您可闻到春的花香? Spring is coming, green river bank, red Taolin. Breeze blowing the paper money near the grave, crackling firecrackers sound off the silence of the woods. The wind lifted my collar as you did when I used to tie my collar; the wildflowers of the mountains waved at me like you had summoned me back to your arms. Mom, spring is coming, can you smell the spring flowers?