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九月,天空飘着轻轻的朵朵白云。秋风传诵着大地朗朗的读书声,传来了动人的主旋律。看!那落叶的诗吟,飘在空气中,也是一种凄美;那果实的笑靥,躲在花草里,也是一份眷恋;那父母的期盼,爱在接送间,也是一种传承。听!那晶莹的秋露,滴落着乡村的空灵寂寥;那归去的大雁,鸣叫着长空的悠扬弥漫;那稚嫩的书声,朗读着远景的精妙婉转。阳光下,孩子们捧起书本,或墙角,或树下……不仅仅只是一种渴望,还是一种芬芳独舞于掌心,把期待嫁接在虔诚暖热的眼睛里。读书声,飘荡在山城的上空,飘香在茶乡的街野。放飞的理想将扬起生命锦程的船帆!
In September, the sky floated gently white clouds. The autumn wind recites the study of the earth Langlang, came the touching theme. Look! That leaves poetry, floating in the air, but also a poignant; that fruit of laughter, hiding in the flowers, but also a nostalgia; that parents look forward to, love in the shuttle, but also a kind of heritage. Listen! That crystal autumn dew, dripping with the ethereal lonely village; that go back geese, singing the sky filled with melodious; that tender book, read the exquisite vision of tactfully. In the sunshine, children get books, or corners, or under the trees ... more than just a craving, or a fragrant soliloquy in the palm of their hand, gratifying their hopes in the warm, warm eyes. Reading sound, floating in the mountains over the sky, fragrant tea in the streets. The ideal of flying will raise the sails of life!