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【名家名作】春之怀古文|张晓风春天必然曾经是这样的:从绿意内敛的山头,一把雪再也撑不住了,噗嗤的一将冷面笑成花面,一首澌澌然的歌便从云端唱到山麓,从山麓唱到低低的荒村,唱入篱落,唱入一只小鸭的黄蹼,唱入软溶溶的春泥——软如一床新翻的棉被的春泥。那样娇,那样敏感,却又那样浑沌无涯。一声雷,可以无端地惹哭满天的云,一阵杜鹃啼,可以斗急了一城杜鹃花。一阵风
【Masterpiece】 Spring of the ancient Chinese | Zhang Xiaofeng Spring must have been like this: from the green restrained hills, a snow can no longer hold it up, a puff of laugh into a smile, a shy Singing from the clouds to the foothills, singing from the foothills to the barren village of low, singing into the fence, singing into a duckling yellow webbed, into the soft dissolving spring mud - as soft as a new quilt Chun Mud . So delicate, so sensitive, but so chaotic boundless. Thunder, you can burst into tears without a trace of clouds, a cuckoo crow, you can be a curtilant city Azalea. A gust of wind