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每年春天,我的家乡崀山乐业水都会开满杜鹃花,或一丛一丛,或大片大片,热闹了整个山冲。今年的季节似乎来得早些,清明前几天回乡挂青时山坡已有烂漫的杜鹃。我小时候非常喜欢杜鹃花,因为它红得耀眼,在蓝天白云下,在连绵翠色中,让人看了格外兴奋。那时候的我去山上看牛、砍柴、割草不像现在爬山还带着瓶水,渴了就折一枝杜鹃掐掉花蕊大嚼一把,酸甜酸甜,口舌生津。
Every spring, my hometown is full of azaleas, or clusters of clumps, or large tracts, bustling the entire mountain. This year’s season seems to come earlier, Qingming a few days ago when returning home has green hillside slopes already rhododendron. When I was a kid, I really enjoyed rhododendrons, because it was dazzlingly bright, and it was particularly excitement under the blue sky and white clouds. At that time I went to the mountains to see cattle, cut firewood, cutting grass is not like climbing mountains now with a bottle of water, thirsty off a branch of cuckoo cuttlefish chewing a sweet and sour, tingling.