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风轻拂过田垅旁整齐的小麦,掀起一层层金黄的麦浪,仿若心上涟漪,宁静而安详。我的耳际好像传来一阵清新的吟唱声,或来自田垅上,或来自于我内心深处的风吹麦浪。这是惬意的行车之旅。我轻轻拉上窗帘,橘红的布帘挡住金色的阳光,投在手臂上,漏下斑斑点点的光影,恰似午后融入咖啡的牛奶,旋转着融入其中,扑面而来的,是香醇。我舒服地享受午后的闲适时光,因为我在等待着,轻松迎接下一个转角,同样等待着我的牛津。牛津,这个与魔法搭界的梦幻天堂。这
Breeze blowing the fields neat neat wheat, set off a layer of golden wheat waves, like heart ripples, quiet and serene. My ears seem to come as a fresh singing voice, or from the fields, or from the winds and waves in my heart. This is a pleasant journey. I gently pull the curtains, orange curtains blocking the golden sunshine, cast on the arm, missing a little speck of light and shadow, just like the afternoon into the milk of coffee, spin into it, blowing, is mellow. I comfortably enjoy the afternoon leisure time, because I am waiting, easily meet the next corner, the same waiting for my Oxford. Oxford, this dream paradise with magic. This