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三月初三晚上,淅淅沥沥的雨像一把大琴弦奏出动听的乐曲,伴我入眠。清晨,我贪婪地呼吸着清新的空气,欣赏着雨后的画卷。经过一夜春雨的洗礼,树上的枝条更嫩了,新生的绿叶更翠了,花园里的花朵更艳了,连平坦的柏油马路都变新了。原先路边快要蔫了的小草,现在昂首翘尾,生机勃勃的样子让人忍不住俯下身来,抚摸一番。久逢甘霖的老树都伸了个懒腰,打了个哈欠,又踢腿,又张臂,练起了传统太极拳。再看看那些对这个雨后世界好奇的昆虫吧!咦,那边的
On the third and third night of March, the lonely rain resembles a beautiful piece of melody and falls asleep with me. In the early morning, I greedily breathe the fresh air and enjoy the picture after the rain. After a night of spring baptism, the branches in the trees were tender, the fresh green leaves were more verdant, the flowers in the garden were more brilliant, and even the flat asphalt roads changed. The roadside is about to pull out the grass, head angled now, the vibrant way people can not help but bent down, stroking it. For a long time Ganlin trees are stretched, yawned, and kicked, and Zhang arm, practicing the traditional Tai Chi. Look at those insects that are curious about the world after the rain! 咦, over there