江边等候的阳雀,悄无声息地撕下历书,在三月的花影上嘀咕。一声古典的呼唤,素洁淡雅的水仙就凌波而来,一抹嫣红,丰富了一波三折的江湾。那动人的明眸扫过寒风,在浩渺的江水里点燃觅春的视线。画眉的浅唱,划破了桃花岛的宁静。草儿青青的岸边石级,在斜织的烟雨里萦绕 Waiting for the waterfront birds, quietly tearing off the calendar book, muttering in March flowers. A classical call, simple and elegant narcissus on the Ling Po, wipe bright red, rich twists and turns of the Gulf of Rivers. That moving bright eyes swept the wind, in the vast river lit spring look. Song thrush singing, pierced the tranquility of Peach Blossom Island. Green grass on the shore of the stone class, in the twisting of rain and linger