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周末,我抛开一切拘绊,携一颗简约的心,独自一个人,冒着毛毛细雨,撑起黄昏,来到杨梅渡古樟林,捡拾一抹暖意。当我踏上黄泥乡道,迎接我的是小路旁、泥田里稚嫩的成片蛙声。那青蛙密密的欢呼声,激沸我浑身的血液。它们认为我是它们中的一员吗?不然,它们的欢呼声,怎像舞台上的大合唱,倏地将我的身躯融化在这片田野。我带着朝拜的心情,在花香的簇拥下,步履蹒珊,冒昧地挪向你的怀抱。你茂密而青葱、高大而壮实的身躯,张开无数的巨臂,带着逼人的灵气,直冲云天。
Weekends, I put aside all the stupid, with a simple heart, alone, braved the drizzle, propped up the evening came to Yangmei ancient camphor forest, pick up a touch of warmth. When I set out on Wong Nai Heung Road, I met the path beside the innocent piece of frog in the muddy field. That frog thick cheers, boiling my entire body of blood. Do they think I am one of them? Or else, their cheers, like the chorus on stage, rip my body into the field. I took the feeling of worship, surrounded by floral, walked faltering, presumptuously move to your arms. Your thick and green, tall and sturdy body, open numerous arms, with a pressing aura, straight into the sky.