每一年的春天,杨柳树都会长出无数嫩芽,风一吹,就掉落一地,仿佛下了一阵黄绿色的雨。那些嫩芽实在太好看了,透着一股柔弱得一碰就碎掉的剔透感。而且看起来好新鲜,随时都能捡起来放进嘴里嚼一嚼。我就是那个树下的常客,看着阳光从树叶间透过来,一闪一闪的,于是我就想到那首《小星星》,开始轻轻唱起来,忘词了就随手拿起一旁的童话书,看到王子亲吻公主过上幸福生活的时候,恰巧柳树上掉下一片小嫩芽,像给了书一个清 Every spring, willow trees will grow numerous buds, the wind blows, it fell to a place, as if under the rain of yellow-green. Those shoots are really good looking, revealing a touch of fragility touched broken sense. And looks good fresh, pick up at any time into the mouth to chew a chew. I was a frequent visitor to the tree, looking at the sun through the leaves, twinkling, so I thought of the song “Little Star”, began to sing gently, forget the words readily pick up the fairy tale aside Book, see the prince kiss princess live a happy life, happens to fall on a small willow bud, like a book to give a clear