春天的晌午很是宁静，渐渐复苏的万物在倦怠中蕴蓄着成长的能量。高挑的树茎、枝桠，泛青的灌木，贴地的小草，拼命地汲取着大地的营养，骚动中搅腾起氤氲的绿雾，弥漫开来，昭示着自然界生命的又一次轮回。春的气息感染着一个叫向图荣的年轻人。他失神的双眼空洞地望着窗外， Spring noon is very quiet, gradually recovering things in burnout in the accumulation of energy for growth. Tall tree stems, branches, branches, shrubs, affixed to the grass, hard to draw the nutrition of the earth, turmoil in the stir up scraggly mist, filled with open, to show another life cycle of nature. The atmosphere of spring was infected with a young man named Tone Wing. His faint eyes looked out of the window hollowly,