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“桃之夭夭,灼灼其华”。小时候,刚学会这句诗时,我便拉着她跑到树下,指着一树灿烂繁花念给她听,然后乐呵呵地笑。她也跟着我笑,虽然并不懂其意,但也会乐成一团。春风徐徐吹来,娇艳的桃花迎风招展,就像天边飞来的朝霞,流光溢彩。这时,我总会攀上树,折一枝最娇艳美丽的花,插在她如云般美丽的发上。她娇羞地笑,艳若桃花。桃花映红了她的脸,她映红了我的眼。春风毫不偏向地光顾着她,阳光毫不吝啬地照耀着她。亭亭玉立于桃树下,美得如诗如画。
“Recipe, Shining”. When I was young, just learning this poem, I took her to the tree, pointing to a tree to give her a brilliant flower to read, and then laughed. She also followed me and laughed, though I did not understand it, but I would be happy. Spring blown slowly, beautiful peach blossoming, like the sky coming from the glow, Ambilight. At this time, I always climb the tree, fold the most beautiful and beautiful flowers, inserted in her cloud like a beautiful hair. She shyly smile, blossoming peach. Peach Yinghong her face, she red red my eyes. The spring breeze patronized her, the sun did not mean to shine her. Slim stand under the peach tree, the United States was picturesque.