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岁月的晚钟敲不出春天的旋律,冬天的雪花比不上春天的温柔;春姑娘已迈开了轻盈的舞姿踏进了春天的闺房;青春的歌手已走在了春天的前沿,留在我们身后的是一串串永远也抹不掉的回忆,装扮着我们童真的梦,让我们在追求梦想的每一个日子里有了风铃般的回忆。天空飘下来的不再是绵絮似的雪儿,而是淅淅沥沥的春雨,细细的,油丝般的飘下来,划破天空的寒冷,融解了大地单调的乏味,融化了的冰,和着雨水,冲走了过去
The bell of the years cannot knock out the melody of spring, and the snowflake in the winter is not as tender as spring; the spring girl has stepped into the spring boudoir with a light dance; the singer of youth has walked in the front of spring and stays Behind us is a series of memories that can never be wiped out. Dress up our dreams of childlike innocence and let us have wind-bellied memories in every day when we pursue dreams. The sky was no longer covered with snow like a sliver of snow, but the spring rain, thin, floating like a silk, cut through the cold of the sky, melting the monotonous tedium of the earth, the melting of the ice, With the rain, washed away