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我站在小街尽头的石桥边,静静地凝望着天空:那天空是晴蓝的,像孩子们的心。我的思绪怎么也平静不下来,今天我是来做什么的?我是来向它——我熟悉的小街告别的,明天,我家就要搬走了。小街,你还记得你我共同拥有的纯真的童年吗?用现在人的眼光来看,那简直是一个古老而清新的童话。青青的石板路,携带着泥土清香到处飘逸的蒲公英,还有捏泥人的老爷爷那双枯瘦而灵巧的手……留给我恬静淡雅的回忆。尤其是街尽头的那条河更给我的生活添上一笔充实。不必说春天播下的绿色希望和
I stood by the stone bridge at the end of the street, quietly staring at the sky: the sky is clear blue, like the hearts of children. How can I calm down my mind? What are you doing today? I came to it - the farewell street I was familiar with. Tomorrow, my family will have to move away. Street, do you remember the innocent childhood you and I share? With the human eye now, it is simply an old and fresh fairy tale. Green stone road, carrying the earthy fragrance of dandelion everywhere, as well as Pinnacle grandfather that pair of skinny and dexterous hands ... ... I left the quiet and elegant memories. In particular, the river at the end of the river more to my life added a substantial. Needless to say the green hopes of spring sowing