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秋风起的日子,树上的叶子亦如成熟的果实,吹弹即落,纷纷扰扰,在空中或狂舞、或轻旋,尽情妖娆摇摆,然后意犹未尽地匍匐在苍茫大地之上,成为秋日最寻常又暗喻生机的一景。这样的时节,想必那方养育过我的、如桃花源般美丽的小镇,一定已是碧空澄澈,叠翠流金。那五彩斑斓的丛林是否仍留有我童年的印迹?这些年,从未间断过对它的思念,那是我在黑土地上的童年,亦是我童年的黑土地。也曾几欲前往,终被许多看似充分的理由羁绊。桃花源,是啊!它从来不曾辜负这个名字。我不止一次地在梦中与它重逢,在梦中,
On the autumn day, the leaves on the tree are also ripe fruit, the shells blow up and fall, all disturb, in the air or dance, or spin, enjoy the enchanting swing, and then she will never hesitate to crawl over the vast land and become autumn The most common and metaphor of a scene of vitality. Such a season, presumably that side had raised me, as beautiful as the Peach Blossom Township, must have clear sky clear, Emerald flow. Will those colorful jungles still have my childhood impressions? I have never stopped thinking about it in those years. That was my childhood on black soil and my black land in childhood. Once upon a time, she is bound by many seemingly sufficient reasons. Peach Blossom, yes! It never disappoints this name. I meet with it more than once in my dream, in my dreams,