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小路,黄昏。落日的余辉,铺满了小路,独自一人踢着小石子漫步在小路上,真是种惬(音qie)意的享受。无论每一个朝朝暮暮,每一个春夏秋冬,还是每一个愉快的童年回忆,它总给我莫名的感受——春天,淡雅秀丽的小路扑来阵阵青草的气息,让人不由联想到郁郁葱葱的绿地毯。小路边的野花犹如满天的繁星,点缀其间。春雨中,濛濛细雨给它披上了一层蝉翼似的轻纱艄庀?它将自己的身影映得恍恍惚惚。偶尔在小路边,找个安静的角落,吹吹春风,看看夕阳,在它身上感受暮春,不觉心旷神怡。小路——欣欣向荣,显然如画般美丽的春意。
Path, dusk. The afterglow of sunset, covered with paths, and walking alone on the small road with small stones, is really a kind of enjoyment. Regardless of every dynasty, each season, every spring, summer and autumn, or every happy childhood memory, it always gives me the feeling that I feel innocently - spring, the elegant and beautiful path rushes to the breath of grass, people can not help but associate Lush green carpet. The wild flowers on the side of the road are like stars in the sky. In the spring rain, it was covered with a layer of flutter like veil, which reflected its own shadow. Occasionally at the side of the road, find a quiet corner, blow the spring breeze, see the sunset, feel the lingering spring on it, feel relaxed and happy. The path - prosperous, apparently picturesque spring.