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春天,春天春天,春天,春天,这个词就像迷迭香能使我们的灵魂出窍。犹如等待本身已解开了春天的方程式——花儿总是比人先到,鸟儿总是比花儿先到,鸟儿口含钥匙,最先打开了春锁,把枝头和春梦摇醒,醒在更真的梦里,比梦更美的善里。像这样的春天一百个也嫌不够,像这样的早晨一万个也嫌不多。春夜也很喜人,万物都在月光下马不停蹄地生长,月亮不弯不圆,穿得不多不少,花朵抽出丝绸一样的气质,空气输送丝绸一样的光滑。走在暗香涌动的小径花园里,感觉到生命能够重回春天的奢侈,一种静谧的喜
Spring, spring, spring, spring, the word is like rosemary can make our soul know. As if waiting itself has solved the spring equation - the flowers are always better than the first, the birds are always ahead of the flowers, the birds contain the keys, the first to open the spring lock, the branches and Spring Dream Wake up, wake up in a more real dream, better than the dream of goodness. Such a spring 100 is not enough, like this morning ten thousand is not much. Spring night is also very gratifying, all things are in the moonlight non-stop growth, the moon is not bending, not much wear, the flowers out of silk-like temperament, air-like silk smooth transmission. Walking in the Garden of Paths of tranquility surging, I feel life is able to regain the luxury of spring, a kind of quiet hi