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春天的提帕萨是神灵的居住地,他们交谈着,处处阳光明媚,洋溢着苦艾的清香,海面上银波起伏,天空湛蓝耀眼,古迹上鲜花似锦,乱世堆里光影斑驳。在某些时刻,原野被阳光反衬成黑黝黝的一片。睫毛边上闪烁着光影和色调,除此以外,似乎都不能收进眼帘。芳香植物气味浓郁,刺激着喉管,在酷热中令人窒息。我在远景深处勉强辨出舍努阿山的庞大身影,它植根于村庄四周的丘陵中,稳健地迈着沉重步伐,终于端坐在海洋之滨。
The spring of Tipasa is the god’s place of residence, they talked, everywhere sunny, full of absinthe fragrance, silver waves on the sea, the sky blue dazzling, monumental flowers, chaotic pile of light and shadow. At some point, the field is lifted by sunshine into a swarthy piece. Eyelash flashing light and shade on the edge, in addition, it seems that can not take pictures. The aroma of aromatic plants, stimulating the throat, is suffocating in the heat. In the depths of my vision, I reluctantly identified the huge figure of the Siunou Mountains. It was rooted in the hills around the village. Steadily steady, I finally sat on the shore of the ocean.