一切都好像变了。春的生命力似乎减弱了。新绿蒙上了一层功利的尘埃。远方林立的烟囱吞吐着废气,黑色的烟雾与灰色的阴霾碰撞着、交织着、消融着。泥土,已萌生不出春的颜色;河流,已孕育不出春的生命;太阳,已散射不出春的光芒。一切的一切,似乎都被一团阴霾包裹住了。北大港水库,你的宁静早已不再;唯有候鸟,从南方带回了春天的讯息,坚守着春的誓言。 Everything seems to have changed. Spring vitality seems to be weakened. Green covered a layer of utilitarian dust. The smokestacks in the distance lurk exhaust gas, the black smoke colliding with the gray haze, intertwining and ablating. Soil, has not sprouted spring color; river, has not bred spring life; the sun, has not scattered the spring light. Everything seems to be surrounded by a cloud of haze. Beidagang Reservoir, your peace is no longer long; Only migratory birds, brought back from the south spring message, adhere to the oath of spring.