春姑娘,在冬离去的脚步声中悄悄地来临了,温柔地接过了那个因为冬的匆匆离去而搁下的寂寞荒凉的世界。春雨,从天上淅淅沥沥地落了下来,既不像冬天的雨那样冰冷刺骨,仿佛一滴到你身上就要变成冰柱似的;倒也不像夏雨,一阵阵噼里啪啦,似炮弹一样往身上打,打得生疼。这春雨却下得并不密,既没有冬雨的威力,也没有夏雨的气势,但那悄悄落下的雨里,总包含着一种清新与甜蜜。正是这份几乎不为人知的清新与甜蜜,催出了人们盛赞的柳树、 Spring girl quietly came in the footsteps of the winter away, gently took over the lonely desolate world that was laid down by the winter’s rush. The spring rain, falling from the sky, fell neither frozen nor as cold as the winter’s rain, but like a drop of rain on your body, it was like an icicle. It was not like the summer rain, and it crackled like a shell The body hit, played a raw pain. This spring rain is not too dense, neither the power of winter rain nor the momentum of the summer rain, but quietly falling rain, always contains a kind of fresh and sweet. It is this little-known fresh and sweet, reminded the people praised the willow,