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清晨出门时,雨还在下。它们稀稀落落飘在雨伞上,却听不见雨声。一夜之间,街道就积满了薄薄的一层落花,似樱花铺就的地毯,踏上去细细软软,无声无息,让人心生欢喜,夹杂怜惜。有风吹来,树上的花瓣簌簌飘落,一朵花砸在了我的额头上,擦着脸颊轻轻坠落,冰凉中透着一丝温润,有着绸缎般光滑细腻的质感。如此盛大的樱花葬礼,华丽惊目且又让人心生万分怀念之感——三四月时,樱花烂漫,那樱花树如倩女般妩媚动人。樱花是她锦缎般平滑的柔丝。
When the morning goes out, the rain is still under. They are floating on the umbrella sparsely, but can not hear the rain. Overnight, the streets covered with a thin layer of falling flowers, like cherry-paved carpet, set foot down to soft, silent, people happy, mixed with pity. When the wind came, the petals of the tree fell, a flower was smashed on my forehead, a gentle fall on the cheek, a trace of warmth in the cold, a satin-like, smooth and delicate texture. Such a grand cherry funeral, gorgeous surprise and makes people feel extremely miss the heart - three or four months, cherry blossoms, the cherry trees such as Qianqian charming. Sakura is her damask smooth silk.