在这钢筋水泥丛林竟然有这么棵榆树,它伟岸、秀美、挺拔、玉树临风。每日我迎着朝阳,走近它,仰望它,从积雪堆积,到长出星星点点紫褐色的苞蕾,到它一直站在春光里。美丽的春天,是挂在串串榆钱上的。这恼人的春风呵,总让深锁的心湖泛起涟漪。相思的草,总在心尖狂长。今生,我将爱的韵律溶入春的音符中,期盼榆钱飘香的醉人时刻,那串串的榆钱载满我浓浓的情思。仰望 In this reinforced concrete jungle there is such an elm tree, it is stalwart, beautiful, tall and straight, jade tree. Every day I greet the sun, approached it, looked up to it, accumulate from the snow, to grow little purple-brown buds, until it has been standing in the spring. The beautiful spring is hanging on strings of elm money. This annoying spring breeze, always let deep heart lake ripples. Acacia grass, always apex crazy. This life, I will be the rhythm of love into the spring notes, look forward to Yuqian fragrance of the intoxicating moment, that strings of elm filled with my deep feelings. Look up