冬去春来,万物复苏,小草悄悄地探出了头,大雁从南方飞了回来。那是一个春光明媚的早晨,杜甫正在写诗作画,他的妻子满面春风地走进来高兴地说:“老爷,听说我们的家乡被收复了!”话音刚落,他的孩子兴高采烈地跑进来:“爹,我听外面的大叔说咱们的家乡被收复了,我们终于可以回家了!”杜甫听到这个喜讯,激动得泪水沾满了衣裳。他的妻子和孩子又蹦又跳地喜笑颜开。杜甫也忍不住要释放出听到这个喜讯的快乐,哪里 Winter to spring, everything recovery, grass quietly stuck his head, geese fly back from the south. It was a bright spring morning, Du Fu was writing poetry and painting, and his wife walked in full of breezes and said happily: “Master, I heard that our hometown was regained!” The voice was gone and his child ran happily Come in: “Dad, I heard the uncle outside said our home was recovered, and we can finally go home!” Du Fu heard the good news, tears of tears covered with clothes. His wife and children jumped in laughter again and again. Du Fu also could not help releasing the happiness of hearing this good news, where