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仿佛在不经意间,八月带着清爽的凉意,带着鼓囊囊的行装,走过碧空蓝天,走过云淡轻风,走过苍郁山峦,走过空旷田野,真切地来了,来到我们的面前,来到我们的心上。八月的微风从秋的深处飘过来,瑟瑟轻响,似一曲古老的洞箫,悠扬奇妙,吹起了跳荡的音符,拂动了农家小楼窗棂,微醉了一张张红润的幸福笑脸,吹开了乡村农家小院一排排微闭的房舍门户。八月是包容的。曾经的春暖花开,曾经的炎夏酷暑,汇聚在八月的季节;曾经的煎熬和
As if inadvertently, in August with a refreshing coolness, with a costume bag, through blue sky, through the clear breeze, through the mountains, through the open fields, really came, came Before us, come to our hearts. August breeze drifted from the depths of the autumn, rustling, like an ancient hole flute, melodious wonderful, blowing the dancing notes, flicking the farmhouse windows and doors, drunk a drunk Happy smile, opened the rural village yard row of micro-door closet. August is inclusive. Once the spring, once the summer heat, gathered in the August season; once the suffering and