In the spring of 20 10, you are a delicate little girl.
As if I heard people's eager call for spring,
But shyly refused to stick his head out.
In the spring of 20 10, you were still a naughty child.
Playing hide-and-seek with people looking for spring,
You can't catch his skirt.
In the spring of 20 10, you are a magical magician.
I don't know what superb skills you used,
Bare branches, gray-yellow land,
Just overnight, I put on a colorful coat!
Praise you-the spring of 2065438+00!
Author: Lili1998 original (from "Spring of 20 10")