一阅读四季，得从春天读起。读春天如读诗，又得从第一场春雨读起。翻开一页页冬眠醒来的雪花，就听见淅淅沥沥的春雨正轻手轻脚地走过田野、山川和草原，把春天到来的信息播种在伸着懒腰的麦苗，羞涩的油菜和沉睡的草根的骨节里，催它们清脆响亮地拔节。柳发芽了，鹅黄的绿是? Read four seasons, have to read from the spring. Read the spring reading poetry, but also from the first spring rain read. Open a page of snow hibernation woke up, I heard the pathetic spring rain is lightly walking through the fields, mountains and grasslands, the arrival of spring information planted in lazy wheat seedlings, shy rape and sleeping Grassroots in the joints, urging them crisp loud jointing. Willow sprouted, green goose is?