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听风朗诵风,来无影去无踪。无人盘点她的过去,也无人叩问她的将来。站到风口,任凭她弄乱我的头发,任凭她揉碎我的心绪。我不愤怒不咀咒不逃避,反而敞开衣襟,迎向风吹来的方向,理一理紊乱的心绪,听风朗诵。听风朗诵春天瑰丽的花朵之歌,那一朵朵花儿在枝头搔首弄姿、怡然自乐,蹁跹的蜂蝶来回穿梭其中,采撷生活的蜜汁,抒写勤劳的章节。柔嫩的春风啊,像一个古典的美女从我身边走过,留给我一地的幽香,留给我无尽的遐想。
Listen to the wind recite the wind, come to no effect without a trace. No one is counting her past, nor is anyone asking her future. Stand to the outlet, let her mess up my hair, let her crush my heart. I am not anger does not escape curse, but open the skirt, the direction of the wind, to manage the chaos of mind, listen to the wind recitation. Listen to the wind recite the song of the spring magnificent flowers, that blossoming flowers in the branches scratching their head, pleasing to the excitement, squirming butterflies shuttle back and forth among them, pick life’s honey, expressive hard-working chapters. Soft spring breeze, like a classical beauty walked by me, leaving me a fragrance, leaving me endless reverie.