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一场带雪的春雨,桃花就在枝头含苞待放,多像我乡下姐妹们羞涩的脸。站在都市丛林的高楼顶上望故乡,我很疑惑,故乡怎么就像躺在大地臂弯里的一棵桃树呢?道路是树干,河流是嫩枝,房屋是鸟巢,庄稼是叶片,那点点花红和缤纷应是思念的丛林。但我今天遥想的是乡野的桃花。桃花是我的乡下姐妹,是我乡恋中最美的枝条。然而都市的繁忙和多变总把一些好梦挤碎,不是儿子出生,竟好长时间没有做桃花梦了。没有了桃花梦,就仿佛无枝可依。是儿子又把我和桃花和乡下联姻起来。儿子出生后从产房回家,按民间的习俗
A spring rain with snow, peach blossoms in the branches, like my country sisters shy face. Standing on the top of a metropolitan jungle looking hometown, I wonder why my hometown is like a peach tree lying in a corner of the earth. The road is a tree trunk, the river is a twig, the house is a bird’s nest, the crops are leaves, That little bonus and fun should be the jungle. But what I think of today is rustic peach. Peach is my country sister, is the most beautiful branches in my country love. However, the busy and changing city always put some dreams crushed, not the son was born, actually a long time did not do peach dream. Without a peach dream, it seems that there is no branch to follow. My son married me to Peach and the countryside again. Son after birth from the delivery room to go home, according to folk customs