从那一场冰凉的雨降下,活泼的绿色霎时间变成了萧然却又紧张的枯黄。那样迅速,让我来不及去接受。曾经,树梢上刚抽出一丝黄绿色的新芽,那时,春意正浓。我总是踏着微风的足迹,清闲地在小河旁逛着,享受着柳条拂过眉梢的惬意。轻缓的节奏伴随着我度过了那个春天。后来,太阳出来了, From that cold rain, the lively green time became Xiaoran but nervous yellow. It was so quick that I could not accept it. Once there was a yellow-green shoot on the top of the tree, spring was strong. I always follow the breeze’s footprints, leisurely stroll around the river, enjoying the comfort of wicker brows. The gentle rhythm accompanies me through that spring. Later, the sun came out.