初春的三月
                                                                                   天空中有光华
                                                                                   大气中有柔情

                                                                                   早春的雪
                                                                                   晚归的燕
                                                                                   锁不住历历春意  

                                                                                   一道光线
                                                                                   一缕青烟
                                                                                   阳光像白发灿烂

                                                                                   新鲜的泥土墙上
                                                                                   慵懒的青草
                                                                                   开始生长

                                                                                   春天藏着无限的宠溺
                                                                                   空气中弥漫着
                                                                                   好闻的气息

                                                                                  有人问我春天的来历
                                                                                  如果春天有来历
                                                                                  也一定和梦有关
                            
                                                                                  这是个适合做梦的季节
                                                                                  我把轻轻的梦想
                                                                                  告诉春天