Thisyear'sspringseemstocomeearlierthaneverbefore. 　　Ifeellazylyinginmyroom,aswallowsuddenlystoppedontherailing.Hiscompanions,perhapsitisservedandthentwoswallowscame.Theyturnlightbody,singasong.Iknowthatspringiscoming. 　　So,howtoseeoutside? 　　Afewyearsagoaplanttrees,hasbeenfullofthewholegarden.Isnotmywordsnotaccurate,theapproximatetoaflowertrees,peripheralhastakenonarosered,veryneatlyarrangedbesidetheyoungtrees.Asifallthegardenwasbathedintheromanticinthered.Butmyeyestherearemanybeesbusyflyingsaw,alsolistentohumtothem.Thesecarelesslittleguyslongtimenosee,evenyouspendthesetreesasawrong?Leanedovertoseeacollectivepunishmentwithastrain,burstingwiththrivingvitality.Butthereareveryfewcolors,especiallyprominentisyellowandwhite. 　　Intheredsea,inafewslightlyhigherbanyantree.Rainandsunshineasoneofthebigbanyantreebranches,zhizhiprolapse,intothegroundtotakeroot.Somanybranchesinthestraw,theabsorptionoftheearthmothertograntthemthecontinuationoflife,itisthespringrainelves,renderthededicationofhisown."Thewindintonight,moistenseverythingsilently".Andtheshiningyellowgoes. 　　Asforwhite,isreallyaflower,buttheflowersarenotlikeoutfromwhichthelushfoliage,andfalllikethelotusflowerpetalsfibrillation.Bunchofbunchoflayingdown.Leaflikedropsofwater.Thestarsofsmallwhiteflowersandbeatingupanddownintheleaf,thepentium. 　　Theniswithgreen,spring-likeseasonsofpine,colorlighterosmanthus,andrefutethebambooleaves,andcomplex,thedistanceisrarewithgreen,alongthearcisgrowing.Thegreenisdifferent,nexttothem,regardlessofyouandme,scramblingtoshowtheiryouth.Quitesomeshakedayofshock.Butteamlargeenough,afewclustersofdeepbambooblockingtheirway.Theoddthingisthatalmostallthetreesistowardthebottom,liketocomeoutofthethickfogistheirspray. 　　Springisthemostdon'tworryaboutthecoloroftheseason,andwasprobablycreatedbytheflowers.Carryhundredsoflittleflowerinthegrass,likered,eachflowerwereburninglikeaflame.Herhoneyhairedyellowflowerseemstobemorebeautiful,whetheralazyautumnforgetawayitthisdress?Thelawnalsogivethegreen.Howbeautiful!Purplishred,white,skyblue,notwell-known,well-knownlandfullof,likethestarsinthesky,inthebreezeblinkstome.Eveninthevegetablerapealsousheredinthespring.Onelmlaunchedaraidnewpleatedfolds.Willowsdrewupalittlebitofbuds.Iwalkpath,andinthespring,youleftastringofsinginginmyhead. 　　Therainhasstopped,thefragranceofthesoilinflyingapartinthefield.Riversflowshallowly,thevoiceofjoyfilledtheair. 　　Let'smakeagratefulheartspring,stringintoabud,dedicatedtothespring.