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一这年正月初一。冬天即将过去,一个宁静的下午,我来到了东湖,寻觅我在这个季节想寻觅的东西。迎着微风,独自伫立在东湖的水岸,这满满一湖水,触手可及,在我的眼前一个劲地妩媚着,摇荡着,像身披绸缎的风情万种的女人。还不是早春,可有了早春的迹象和讯息。微风吹拂着湖水,浪头拍打得湖岸发出异常响亮的“啪啪”声,有时候轻,有时候激。拍打得激烈的时候,湖水就伸出了长舌舔过堤岸,浸淫了岸上的土石。细看,岸上的小草已萌出了新芽,正好吸吮湖水送上岸的滋养。
The first day of the first lunar month. The winter is coming, a quiet afternoon, I came to East Lake, looking for what I want to find in this season. Facing the breeze, standing alone in the East Lake waterfront, which is full of water, within reach, charming in my eyes, shaking, like wearing a silk style of thousands of women. Not early spring, there may be signs of early spring and the message. Breeze blowing the lake, the waves of the lake landed an unusually loud “pop” sound, sometimes light, sometimes excited. When the beat was intense, the lake extended long tongue licked embankment, steeped in the shore of the earth and stone. Look, the grass has sprouted on the shore of the sprout, just suck the lake to shore nourishment.