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春初来,它发芽;夏即至,它碧绿;秋要近,它吐籽。唯独冬天没有它风光的身影。我却最爱冬天的它——冬草。
In the beginning of spring, it germinates; in summer, it is green, and in autumn it throws seeds. Winter alone has no figure of its scenery. I love it in winter - winter grass.