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雨刚停,机翼上还依稀留着雨珠滑落的痕迹,蒙蒙的薄雾笼罩着不远处黛青的矮山。空气自然是凉丝丝的,却不同于北国的朔风寒气那般逼人,清清浅浅的宛如古井里新汲上来的水,尽数濯洗了隔夜烟花的余烟。深深吸一口气,“咦,好香!”甜甜的,仿佛口中含着糖一样令人心生雀跃。错不了,一定是桂花。蓦地抬首,才看见夹道的尽是缀着淡黄的细小花朵的桂树。“现在可是正月啊,桂花怎么会开?”我感到有些惊异。“四季桂花常开,不然何以称为桂林?”回答是如此不以为然。而我却不顾
Rain just stopped, the wings still vaguely left traces of raindrops, misty mist enveloped Dai Qing short distance not far from the mountain. Air is naturally cool, but different from the Northwind cold wind so pressing, Qing shallow shallow like the new water drawn in the well, all the Xun wash overnight firework smoke. Take a deep breath, “sweet, fragrant! ” Sweet, as if mouth contains sugar as exciting. Can not be wrong, must be sweet-scented osmanthus. Pissed up, only to see the path is filled with pale yellow flowers of cinnamon. “But now the first month ah, osmanthus how to open? ” I feel a little surprised. “Four seasons osmanthus often open, otherwise what is called Guilin?” The answer is so disagree. I do not care