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小时候,我家屋后是一方泥土地,矮矮的小草,青青葱葱。我总爱伏在那柔柔的绿地上,抚着小草嫩嫩的脑袋,听着小虫欢唱,和泥土说上几句悄悄话。那时,泥土告诉我,她爱世界,她爱这里的一切。她说,她爱这草编的花衣,一年四季,不断变幻着色彩,一点儿也不落俗套;她说,她爱东出西落的太阳,暖暖的光照得她遍体舒畅;她还说,她感谢人类,让她如此惬意地生活,她深深地爱着她的孩子——人类。
When I was a kid, my house was a muddy land behind it, a dwarf grass, green and lush. I always love to fall in the soft green land, stroking the young and tender head of the grass, listening to the worms singing, and talking a few whispers with the mud. At that time, the soil told me that she loved the world and she loved everything here. She said that she loved this straw floral dress, and she changed her colors all the year round. It was not unorthodox at all. She said that she loves the sun that goes out of the sun. Her warm light shines on her; she also She said that she thanked humanity for letting her live such a carefree life that she deeply loved her child—humanity.