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阳春三月,风和日丽,吃过早饭,我们一家人出去踏青。沿着柏油路拐向一条沿河的小路,八岁的儿子如出笼的小鸟儿,在前面欢快地跑着,洒下一路银铃般的笑声,在林间荡漾着,荡漾着……走着走着,猛抬头,看见一棵吐着黄绿媚眼的垂柳,千万条嫩柳枝如垂下的绿色丝绦,在微风中舞蹈着,我情不自禁地走向它,并对前方蹦跳着的儿子喊:“快来,看妈妈给你做个好玩的小玩意儿!”儿子闻声,向回跑来。我伸出手去,选了一枝比较滑顺的柳条,
Spring March, sunny, eaten breakfast, our family go out to step out. Along the asphalt road to a river along the path, eight-year-old son, such as the small birds come out in front of merrily ran, sprinkled all the way silver bell-like laughter, rippling in the forest, rippling ...... Walking and fiercely looking up, I saw a weeping yellow and green willow, 10 million tender willow branches hanging like green silk sash, dancing in the breeze, I can not help but go to it and jump in front of the son Shout: “Come on, watch your mom give you a fun bauble!” Son heard, came back. I reached out and chose a rather smooth wicker,