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你听到过春天的声音吗?春天的可爱之处,不仅在于它的颜色,更在于它的声音。那是雨落窗棂的微响,轻风对你的呼唤,以及从小径上、花园的角落里发出的一些细碎的声音;甚至一个小孩子响亮的口哨儿,都会成为春之交响中动人的部分。然而,在我的心底,春天最美妙的声音却是鹧鸪的呼唤。断续的、一声声,似是嗔怨,又似是喜悦。记得在古城读书时,窗外那鹧鸪的鸣叫,是来自不远处的湖滨以及附近的小树林。一声声,又一声声,渐渐地叫得窗子发白了、变亮了。于是,我就起身打开门窗,让那芳香带露的春的早晨,连同早晨第一次听到的声音,一同拥了进来。那声音,带着花草湿湿
Have you ever heard the voice of spring? The beauty of spring is not only its color, but also its voice. It was the twilight of the rain, the breeze, the call of the breeze, and the crushing sounds of the garden corners from the path; even a loud child with a whistle would be a touching part of the spring. However, in my heart, the most wonderful voice of spring is the partridge call. Intermittent, soon as noise complain, but also seems to be joy. I remember in the ancient city of reading, the partridge song outside the window, is not far from the lake and the nearby grove. A cry, another cry, gradually called the window white, light up. So I got up and opened the windows and doors to let in the fragrant spring morning together with the first time I heard it in the morning. That sound, wet with flowers