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少年时,总喜欢站在山上听风响,躺在原野上看雪飞,日子过得轻轻忽忽的,像梦,一切都令人陶醉,一切都美。什么叫作美呢?那时还说不出来,生活在北国的原野上,只觉得天地无限辽阔。早春,在潮润润的泥土上,踏着刚出芽的青草,心头便充盈着颤栗的喜悦,要是在田野间找到一朵初绽的小花,更能呆呆地凝视老半天,仿佛怕亵渎生命的神圣,想采摘却又不敢采摘。秋天的时候,那莽莽的大平原真使人惊奇!从天上到地下,缤纷的色彩每天都有不同的变化,尽够眼睛忙的。等到西风渐紧,黄叶辞枝,我总有无端的感叹。
When young, always like to stand in the mountains to listen to the wind, lying on the field to see the snow fly, the days flipping gently, like a dream, everything is intoxicated, everything is beautiful. What is beauty? At that time still can not tell, living in the wilderness of the Northland, I just feel infinite vast territory. In early spring, on the moist soil of the Run-Run, stepping on the sprouting grass, my heart is filled with the joy of trembling. If I find a small flower in the field, I can stare at the old half-heartedly as if I am afraid to desecrate my life Sacred, but did not want to pick picking. In the fall, that vast Great Plains was astonishing! From heaven to the earth, colorful colors change every day, with enough eyes to do. Wait until the westerly firmer, yellow leaves Wuzhi, I always have unwarranted sighs.