这是春天的气息,我又一次嗅到了。这气息,远不止是站在河畔远眺时,映于眼帘的那似雾非雾、似有却无、似绿又黄的那一抹淡淡浅浅的鹅黄般茵茵绿意;远不止是在春风的拂动下,那一条条婀娜多姿的柳枝柳芽初抽,春色微露。更远不止是在沿着河岸散步时,近距离映入视野的那蔷薇花的嫩芽和地里如调皮的孩童般偷偷钻出来的小草,还有公园墙角那数枝腊梅和老花匠花房旁那星星点点争相绽放的迎春花……其实,我早就嗅到了这春天的气息。就在客厅那两株君子兰相继竞放时;就在春节后的某一 This is the smell of spring, I smell it again. This breath, far more than standing on the river overlooking, reflected in the eyes of the like fog non-fog, it seems there is no, it seems green and yellow that light touch of light yellow goose-like Yin Yin; far more than Under the breeze of the spring breeze, that a section of graceful Willow Willow buds early pumping, spring slightly exposed. More than just the sprouts of the rose and the grass that have been sneaked into the field as the slender children sneaked into the field when walking along the banks of the river, Flowers next to the stars that bloom blooming spring flowers ... ... In fact, I have long smells the smell of this spring. In the living room that two Clivia have been competing; just after the Spring Festival