春天是我的向往。想留住春天,是我儿时的一个梦。春天来了时,花儿就笑了,红的、绿的、黄的、蓝的,各式各样的花,笑在山岗、原野、溪头河尾,把你的心事描绘得缤纷而斑斓。金色的阳光在和暖的春风里穿行,把丛林中的鸟儿叫醒了。于是,布谷鸟叫了,清亮的旗语响在田畴里、高岗上;喜鹊、斑鸠、鹁鸪吵了,顺着村头的芬芳跳来飞去,演绎着整个冬天沉积下的故事。 Spring is my longing. Want to keep the spring is a dream of my childhood. When the spring came, the flowers laughed, red, green, yellow, blue, all kinds of flowers, laughing in the hills, wilderness, river head and tail, to describe your heart and colorful gorgeous. The golden sunshine walked through the warm spring breeze and woke the birds in the jungle. As a result, cuckoo called, clear flag language ring in the fields in the domain, the high post; the magpies, turtledoves, 鹁 鸪 noisy, jumping along the fragrance of the village head, interpretation of the story of the deposition throughout the winter.