早春,空气中还弥漫着丝丝凉意。一阵阵清风,夹着花的清香拂过,令人心旷神怡。目之所及,一片银装素裹,眼前的树梢上挂满花儿,一朵一朵,一簇一簇,三五成群地围在一起,窃窃私语。它们是在讨论谁更洁白吗?是梨花,开满了树梢,雪白雪白的,闪耀着春的色彩,春的光芒。真不明白春是怎么调出这颜色的,太鲜艳,显得俗气,太淡,又让人觉得暗淡无光,而这不浓不淡的颜色,却让它光彩夺目,洁白纯净。树很高,很大,每一个枝头似乎都挂满了精灵,每一个枝丫都布满了雪一样纯洁的花,娇小玲珑,不多不少,只有 In early spring, the air is still filled with slightest coolness. The breeze, holding the fragrance of the flowers blowing, it is refreshing. As the eyes of a piece of silver wrapped in pieces, the front of the treetops hung with flowers, one by one, a cluster of clusters, small groups of around, whispering. They are discussing who is more white? Is the pear, full of trees, snow white, shining spring color, spring light. I really do not understand how the spring is brought out of this color. It is so bright and vivid that it seems cheesy and too light. It makes people feel dull, but it is not dark or not, but it makes it dazzling and white and pure. The trees are tall and big, and every branch seems to be covered with fairies. Each branch is covered with snow-like flowers, petite,