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树木的四季我喜欢走进屋后小树林,和树木谈心。这些树木,就像我的兄弟姐妹,保持亘古不变的忠贞,和热情。正月刚到,季节的脚印,还留在冰封的土地上,山桃花就绽开春的笑靥。一场无法抵挡的爱情抵达青春。随着时间流逝,爱情如花瓣凋落,在书页里发黄,枯如标本。花汛年年如期而至,桃花人面,伊人却一去不回。二月惊蛰,血液从大地深处,涌向枝枝叉叉。树木从睡梦里苏醒,抖擞精神,睁开眼睛或探出毛绒绒的小脑袋。我就像蛰伏的蛇,钻出情感的洞穴,在小树林里欢快游动。一缕春风吹动小树枝,一下一下拉扯我的衣衫。
Four seasons of trees I like to walk into the grove, chatting with trees. These trees, like my brothers and sisters, remain forever loyal and passionate. The first month has just arrived, the footprints of the season, but also stay in the frozen land, mountain peach blossoming spring smile. An irresistible love arrived in youth. As time goes on, love is littered with petals, yellowing and withered in the page. As flood season arrives on schedule, peach surface, Iraqi people never go back. February stunner, the blood from the depths of the earth, flocking to branches and forks. The trees awake from their sleep, shivering, opening their eyes or exploring the furry little head. I am like a dormant snake, drilled emotional caves, swimming in the woods. A ray of spring breeze twig, about what pull my clothes.