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在春如四季的自由播放中,今年的春天显得格外悠长,人们时而在冷风里颤抖,时而在温暖中飞扬、唯有繁花没有忘记一年又一年的相约,无论寒暑晴雨,蜚短流长,仍然一如既往地报以春天满眼芬芳。那些花儿,在漫山遍野中疯长,如暗夜的繁星,照亮了一季的红妆,哪管岁月吹淡了容颜,季节风干了忧伤。细雨纷飞中,苍翠的绿愈加鲜亮,像是一面春的镜子,透射出无限活力和百般妖娆。被淋湿的青石板小径上,写满了浪漫,镌刻着沧桑,其中不知隐藏着多少前尘往事和爱恨情殇。穿过时空的隧道,眼前似乎又浮现出诗人笔下那撑着油纸伞的丁香般的姑娘。不知谁家屋檐下,斜倚而出的一簇蔷薇,正沐浴着雨露烂
In the spring as the four seasons of free play, this spring is particularly long, people sometimes shiver in the cold wind, sometimes in the warm flying, only the flowers have not forgotten year after year similar, regardless of the weather, influx of people, as always, The report is full of fragrant spring. Those flowers, soaring in the mountains and plains, such as the stars of the night, illuminating the red makeup of the season, which despite the years bleak appearance, the season dry air sad. Drizzling, green more fresh, like a spring mirror, revealing infinite vitality and enchanting. Wet the quartzite path, full of romance, engraved with the vicissitudes of life, of which I do not know how many hidden things and love and hate love affair. Through the tunnel of time and space, it seems that the lilac-like girl with oil-paper umbrella under the poet’s pen appears again. I do not know who eaves, reclining out of a cluster of roses, is bathed with rain and rotten