吉林的春天,温和的阳光在人身上轻轻地晒着,暖暖的,我央求爸爸带我去松花湖钓鱼,老爸爽快地答应了。车子轻快地驶在松花江畔上,路两边高大的垂柳,正浓浓发着嫩嫩的新叶,十里长堤是一眼望不到头的淡绿,堤下,一片片绯红的杏花,羞涩地开着,好像淡淡的粉红色的云烟飘荡在江畔:江上烟雾缭绕时浓时淡, Jilin spring, mild sunshine in the body gently basking, warm, I begged my father took me to Songhua Lake fishing, Dad readily agreed. Car brisk sailing on the banks of the Songhua River, the road on both sides of the tall weeping willow, is thick with a tender new leaves, ten miles of the embankment is a glimpse of light green, embankment, a piece of crimson apricot, shy Open, like a touch of pink cloud of smoke floating in the river: thick smoke when the river is thick,