“亭亭白桦,悠悠碧空,微微南来风,木兰花开山岗上,北国之春天,啊,北国之春已来临……”每当听到这首旋律优美的歌曲时,我的心都会莫名其妙地悸动。北国之春——记忆中故乡的春天,就像一幅写意的山水画,永远铭刻在我的脑海里,挥之不去。印象中,故乡的春天往往来得很早。在懵懵懂懂中,在不经意之间,就悄然来临了,就像朱自清先生笔下的《春》所描述的那样:“一切都像刚睡醒的样子,欣欣然张开了 ”Pavilion birch, blue sky, slightly southern wind, magnolia flowers on the hills, the spring of the North, ah, the Spring of North Korea has come ...... “ Every time I hear this melodic song, my heart will be Somehow throbbing. Spring of the North China - Spring in memory of hometown, like a landscape painting, always engraved in my mind, linger. Impression, the spring of hometown often came very early. In slightest understanding, inadvertently, quietly coming, as Zhu Ziqing wrote ”Spring“ as described: ”all like just woke up, Shin pleased to open