天气很好。今年的春天来得太迟,太迟了,有一些老人挺不住。但是春天总算来了。我的母亲又熬过了一个严冬。这南方初春的田野,大块大块的新绿随意地铺着,有的浓,有的淡;树上的嫩芽也密了;田里的冬水也咕咕地起着水泡。这一切都使人想着一样东西——生命。我的母亲走在前面,我的妻子和儿子走在后面。小家伙突然叫起来:“前面也是妈妈和儿子, The weather is great. The spring of this year came too late. It was too late. Some old people couldn’t live. But spring finally came. My mother once again spent a harsh winter. In the fields of the early spring in the south, large chunks of new green were paved, some were thick and some were pale; the buds on the trees were dense; the winter water in the fields also played bubbly. All this makes people think of one thing - life. My mother walks in front and my wife and son walk behind. The little guy suddenly yelled: "Beside mom and son,