立春看见这个词,就看见了美好。就看见僵了一冬的河流,有些蠢蠢欲动了。如果仔细聆听,许多的绿意正在万千枯竭的枝干或脉络中行走。一袭微不足道的暖风正从遥远的南方启程,准备翻越一座座山岭,返回它们往年曾经吹拂过的地方。鸟儿开始梳理羽毛了,蓄了一冬的嗓子等待春风来润喉。草根正在泥土里伸懒腰,它们似乎听到了谁的叫唤,醒了。杜甫诗云:春日春盘细生菜,忽忆两京梅发时。盘出高门行白玉,菜传纤手送青丝。巫 Spring saw the word, I saw a beautiful. I saw a stiff winter river, some ready to go. If you listen carefully, many greenery is walking in thousands of dried branches or veins. An insignificant warm wind is departing from far south, ready to cross a mountain ridge and return to where they had been blown in previous years. Birds began to comb feathers, build a winter throat to wait for spring throat. Grassroots are stretching in the soil, they seem to hear the call who woke up. Du Fu Poetry: spring spring dish lettuce, memorizing two Beijing Mei hair. Picking up the door white jade, dish Chuanxuan send black hair. witch