挽着你的手

                                                 看枝头的蓓蕾

                                                 听见嘶嘶的响声

                                                 那是春的微笑

                                                 晨露  开着怀

                                                 在游人面前

                                                 展露惬意

                                                 而手心

                                                 一直在升温