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早上,山坡上的青草刚刚醒来,张着晶莹的眼睛向四外望。山下的小河拐弯流过去,好像故意不肯走一条直路,我外甥阿斯汗小时候,如果在路边发现一个坑,大喜,一定从坑上纵身跨越才称心如意,小河跟儿童差不多。早上的河水连一丝波纹也没有,白云在河心庄重地移动,河岸的青草纷纷探过头来观看云影。在微风没有吹来之前,青草上的露珠是它们的眼睛。山坡上,常有鸟儿飞过来,像抢什么东西,不到一秒钟又飞走。鸟儿落下时,翅膀向前兜拢。如放出降落伞增加阻力,像小扇子一样打开的翅羽精巧分明。青草像站队,又像散开;像
Morning, the grass on the hill just woke up, Zhang Jingying eyes looked out. As the stream under the mountain flows through it, it seems as if it willfully refuses to take a straight road. As I was a kid, if I found a pit on the curb, I was overjoyed. The morning of the river did not even a trace of ripples, white clouds solemnly move in the heart of the river, grass banks have turned to see the clouds. Before the breeze did not blow, the dew on the grass was their eyes. On the slopes, birds often flew over, like grab something, and flew in less than a second. When birds fall, wings move forward together. Such as releasing a parachute to increase resistance, like a small fan open wings plume clever. Grass like a standing team, also like scattered; like