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这只是一夜好雨,当太阳再度普照的时候。几乎公园里所有的桂花都开了。漫步在清幽的小路,扑鼻的都是浓郁的馨香,远出传来忽明忽暗的歌声,让人不禁伫立在哪里聆听个究竟。忽然叫人想起被青苹果染绿的校园,那些曾经涂抹在脸上和心中的彩色心事,也许只有在年年的此季。会如约绽放昔日的光彩。那些曾感动的我们一塌糊涂的校园歌声,清脆却会泪流满面,原来陪伴着我们长大。
It’s just a good night’s rain, when the sun shines again. Almost all the osmanthus in the park are open. Stroll in the quiet path, smelling the fragrance are rich, far out faint flickering song, people can not help but stand where to listen to what happens. Suddenly reminiscent of the green apple green campus, those who have been smeared on the face and heart of the color mind, perhaps only in this quarter of the year. Will bloom like the glory of the past. Those who have touched us messy campus singing, crisp but will burst into tears, had accompanied us to grow up.