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整夜的大雪覆盖了这宁静的小山村,遮住了泥土的芳香与裸露的大地。窗外一片洁白,预示着丰收的喜悦。那一年,我12岁;那一天,雪也这样大;那一个早晨。我窝在暖暖的被子里,静静地听雪飘落的声音。吱呀一声,门开了,爸爸和妈妈匆忙地洗脸、刷牙,奶奶在厨房炒着香喷喷的菜肴。一切是那么宁静、祥和。大年初五,我依旧沉浸在浓浓的年味与团圆中,忘掉烦恼,忘掉忧伤,忘掉所有的不愉快。这种感觉太美妙了,我似乎飘到了云层之上。
The snow all night covered this quiet hill village, covering the earth's fragrance and bare earth. A white window, indicating the joy of harvest. That year, I was 12 years old; that day, snow was so big; that morning. I nest in the warm quilt, quietly listening to the snow falling sound. Squeak it, the door opened, my father and mother rushed to his face, brush your teeth, grandma in the kitchen fried dishes. Everything is so quiet, peaceful. New Year's Eve, I still immersed in the thick flavor and reunion, forget the trouble, forget about sadness, forget all the unpleasant. This feeling is so wonderful, I seem to drift to the clouds above.