春天是无处不在的,然而最美的春天却是在乡村。蔚蓝的天空中,镶嵌着朵朵洁白无瑕的云。它们没有线条,就像用颜料渲染的一般,相互混合着。在微风的吹拂下,有的犹如绵羊在蔚蓝的草原上奔跑着;有的又如万马奔腾,灰尘如浪;有的则如一条玉龙在空中腾飞,那威严的姿态,那惊人的速度,那惊心动魄的吼叫声,令人心神未定!在遥远之处,隐约可见一座座青山。它们连绵不断,犹 Spring is ubiquitous, yet the most beautiful spring is in the country. Blue sky, inlaid with blossoming white flawless cloud. They have no lines, as if they were rendered in paint, mixed with each other. In the breeze blowing, some like a sheep ran in the blue steppe; some, such as galloping, dust waves; others are like a jade dragon soaring in the air, that majestic gesture, that amazing speed, That soul-stirring roar, it is mind undecided! In a distant place, faintly visible blocks of green hills. They are endless, still