春天是稚嫩的,是崭新的一页;花瓶是丰富多彩的,是具有无数特殊味道的。在那春天的花瓶中,它永远都散发着一种诱人的香气,它就是无数个灿烂的微笑,无数句幼稚的话语。磕磕绊绊,我不知不觉中已从顽皮的小孩走向了成熟的少年,我走进了春天。在那春天的花瓶里,已装满了五彩缤纷的童 Spring is immature and a brand new page; vases are rich and colorful, with a myriad of special flavors. In the spring vase, it always exudes a seductive aroma, it is countless bright smiles, countless sentence words. Hey, I have gone from being a naughty child to a mature boy. I walk into the spring. In that spring vase filled with colorful children