在小鸟的滴啾声中醒来 ，阳光已经撒入窗户，伸完懒腰，还是决定回笼一小会 。一张毛毯便能御寒 ，忽然发现这真是个四季如春的地方。
小时候课文中说到四季如春，就觉得是骗人，因为夏天相对于春天来说的确是热的 ，在一个毗邻大海，隔三差五就能吹着温润南海之风的城市，一年四季花开不败，在北国的眼里看来 ，真的是春天，而如今的天气，穿着一件T恤一件小外套 ，就能走在街上，的确和京城的春天一样。
朋友说，穿丝袜和春秋的裙子即可 ，可是，京城哪里有春秋？脱下羽绒的季节即是可以换上短裙，收起小跟鞋时就可以穿绒毛靴子 。春天和秋天何其匆匆 ，就如转瞬即逝的机会，也如年少时流淌在指间的发丝。
更多的是短裤丝袜配小靴，小喵穿着牛仔和机车靴如异类般游走在大街小巷。箱子里的确有几件裙子 ，但是全是羊毛、羊绒或呢子，没有丝袜，穿出去，会以为刚穿越回来 。
晚上风起 ，呼啸而来，天上的星星像清澈小溪底下的贝壳，慵懒躺在天幕中 ，从猎户座的方向看，好像很快就是春天，翻出手机 ，立春就在眼前。
今晚光临的风应该是东南季风，比候鸟还要准时的季风，从阳台扑进来 ，温润清爽，斟一杯甘甜的水在杯中，蒸汽袅袅 ，像是昨日的梦。梦中的星辰闪烁，梦中的眸子温和。忽然想起几句词，雾蒙蒙，风淅淅 ，杨柳带疏烟 。飘飘轻絮满南园，墙下草盱瞑。燕初飞，莺已老 ，拂面春风长好。相逢携手且高歌，人生得几何 。
Wake up in the snoring of the bird, the sun has been sprinkled into the window, and the lazy waist is extended, or decided to return to a small meeting. A blanket can be cold, and suddenly, this is a place where the four seasons are like spring.
When the child said in the four seasons in the fourth seasons, I feel that it is a lie, because the summer is really hot in the spring, in a marina, I can blow a city of Wen Run South China Sea, in a distance of the sea. The flowers were unbeaten in the past year, in the eyes of the North Country, it is really spring, and now the weather, wearing a t-shirt, a small coat, you can walk in the street, indeed like the spring of Beijing.
Friends say that wearing stockings and spring and autumn skirts, but where is the spring and autumn? Take off the duvet, you can replace a short skirt, and you can never wear boots when you pick up your shoes. Spring and autumn, how rushed, just like a flash of fleeting, as far as the year is small, the hair is flowing.
More is shorts stockings with boots, Xiaoli wearing cowboy and locomotive boots such as alienous traveling in the streets. There are a few skirts in the box, but all wool, cashmere or woolen, no stockings, wearing out, think that just passing back.
At night, whispering, the stars in the sky are like the shells under the clear creek, lazy lying lazy to the sky, seeing from the direction of the hunter, it seems to be spring, turn out the mobile phone, Li Spring In front of you.
Tonight's wind should be the southeast monsoon, and the monsoon is still on time, from the balcony, warm and refreshing, a cup of sweet water in the cup, steam, like yesterday's dream. The stars in the dream flashes, the scorpion in the dream is gentle. Suddenly think of a few words, foggy, wind, willow with smoke. The fluttering is full of nunteen, and the wall is under the wall. Yan Chunfei, the old, the spring breeze is good. Meet in hand and sing, life is geometric.
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