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春麦田里嫩麦苗儿和葡萄藤的嫩叶儿那一抹浑然一体的翠绿。一个初始的季节。第一群蝴蝶。第一茬芦笋。林子里听到了第一声杜鹃啼鸣。村里瞅见有人穿上了第一件短裤,露出白得耀眼的双膝。日落往往不过是挂在天边的几许淡淡的粉斑。春夜的气息,清凉、湿润而又肥沃。风乍起,惊起满树杏花,恰似纷纷飞雪。只听粗粝的蛙声响起,那是它们在“池塘”边浪漫地幽会。岩石上有一条蜕下的蛇皮。罂粟——那株妖艳的杂草——在麦苗上探出猩红色的头。
Spring wheat field tender young wheat seedlings and young leaves of vines that touch seamless green. An initial season. The first group of butterflies. The first crop of asparagus. Woods heard the first cuckoo crowing. The village saw someone wearing the first shorts, revealing white dazzling knees. The sunset is often just a few faint spots hanging in the sky. Spring night’s breath, cool, moist and fertile. Winds at first glance, scared of apricot trees, just like have blizzard. Only listen to the rough frogs sounded, it is that they “pond ” romantic tryst. There is a snake skin on the rock. Poppy - the flirtatious weed - explodes the scarlet head on the wheat seedlings.