三月已太热,其实我还留了件白背心,是画眉还是黄莺?一声 呜叫,我一抬头,眼前村庄的桃花开了,全开了。仿佛光膀子的楞头青,一头闯进了姑娘群,惹得那些乡下的小姑娘个个脸儿羞红羞红。 一时,我也傻了。乡下踏青,没想到自己的年龄也会返青。呆呆地看着那些鲜艳的桃花,双脚什么时候趟进了浅浅的水草洼地,竟全然不知。等我来到一株桃花边,忽地一瓣便掉落我仰起的脸上,痒痒的如同 March is too hot, in fact, I still left a white vest, is the thrush or yellow warbler? A whirring, I looked up, in front of the village peach blossom, and opened. As if the shirtless frightened, one broke into the girl group, prompting those little girl in the country all shame blush. For a moment, I was silly too. Outskirts of the country, did not expect their own age will return green. Staring blankly at those bright peach, when the feet trip into the shallow aquatic depression, actually totally unknown. When I came to a peach lace, suddenly fell on a flap I looked up the face itch