故乡的三月,是田园诗中最美的段落。桃花笑靥迎人,在溪边山脚,屋前篱落,浓淡得宜,疏密有致,尽你自在流连,尽情欣赏,不必像上海的摩登才子,老远地跑到香烟缭绕的龙华寺畔,向卖花孩子手中购取,装点风雅。冬眠的草木好梦初醒,抽芽,生叶,嫩绿新翠,妩媚得像初熟的少女,不似夏天的蓊蓊郁郁,少妇式的丰容盛髻。油菜花给遍野铺满黄金,紫云英染得满地妍红,软风里吹送着青草和豌豆花的香气,燕子和黄莺忘忧的歌声 March of the hometown is the most beautiful passage in idyllic. Peach blossom 靥 Ying Ying, at the foot of the stream, the fence in front of the house, shades appropriate, sparsely populated, do you wander freely, enjoy, not like the modern genius of Shanghai, all the way to the smoke-filled Longhua Temple, to Flower child hands to buy, decorated elegance. Hibernation vegetation awake, buds, leaves, green new Tsui, charming like a first-grandson of young girls, unlike the summer lush, young women-style abundance of bun. The rape blossoms were covered with gold, and the purple clouds covered the ground with red flowers. The fragrance of grass and pea blown in the soft wind, the songs of the swallows and the yellow warblers