水,从梅的枝头出发,沿着古典的清香一步步走进春天的心脏。阴霾、颓废渐渐散去,零星的绿草红花在蜂蝶的簇拥下鲜活了一池春水。远远的,有笛音从深山涧谷婉转而来,山的轮廓日渐清晰,弯曲的线条猝然揽住一春的芬芳。水,从上游到下游,沿途一路欢歌,宽广的音域喊出一轮火红的太阳。朗照,在有水无水之间。两岸,野花摇曳,绿意横流。速度,是河岸青山的倒 Water, starting from the plum branch, along the classical fragrance step by step into the spring heart. Haze, decadent gradually dispersed, sporadic green grass safflower surrounded by bees butterflies live a pool of spring water. Far, there is a flute from the valley Jianwanyuan come from the increasingly clear outline of the mountain, curved lines suddenly embraced the fragrance of a spring. Water, from upstream to downstream, singing along the way all the way, a wide range of shouting a red sun. Long shot, between water and water. Cross-strait, wild flowers swaying, green cross-flow. Speed ​​is the fall of the Aoyama River