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大腹便便的林蛙,仰躺在河边一块被阳光环抱的青石上,像世间所有的准妈妈一样,表情愉悦,目光充满憧憬期待。迎风歌唱的绿草,它们的嗓子真甜,像沾了蜂蜜的引线,松涛的琴键一响起,含苞的百花,倏忽间,在枝头、树后、水畔,争先恐后露出自己娇嫩的笑脸。从山上顺水而下的春分静静流淌,途经清明、谷雨,途经春种、秋收。而那条河,站在目光所及之处,依然恬淡,依然安静,依然母亲一样,相信孩子在日落时分一定归家。
Potbellied frog, Yang lying on the river surrounded by a piece of bluestone surrounded by sunshine, like all the world’s expectant mother, the expression of pleasure, eyes full of longing for expectations. Green grass singing in the wind, their throat is sweet, like the dip of honey lead, Songtao’s keys sounded, buds of flowers, suddenly suddenly, in the branches, trees, waterfront, scrambling to show their delicate smile. The flowering down from the hills quietly flowing through the Qingming, Guyu, through spring species, autumn harvest. And that river, standing in the eyes of the place, still tranquil, still quiet, still the same mother, I believe the child must go home at sunset.