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微风乍起,心中仿若落进一片花瓣,激起了阵阵涟漪。在那泛光的柔波里,是记忆中漫天飞舞的枯叶,是老树下佝偻的背影,是一首绵延而悠长的歌曲……“四月的微风轻似梦,吹开了花瓣翩翩落。”是那样一个午后,我与外婆并肩坐在庭院里的老树下欣赏这满树的繁花。那午后的阳光似一坛陈酿的蜜酒,连盛开的花儿都被醺得散发出迷醉的芬芳。看着这样美丽的花朵,我不禁感叹道:“多好的花啊!”外婆坐在身旁,因我稚嫩的语言而笑意越发深了,她脸上一道道皱纹也变成弯弯的沟壑。我望向她,她的目光里充满一种我未知的东西,然而,
Breeze at first glance, the heart seems to fall into a petal, stirred ripples. In that flood of soft waves, is the memory of the dead leaf flying sky, is the back of the old tree shy, is a long and long song ... ... “April’s breeze like a dream, blowing the petals Posing down. ”It was an afternoon, I sat next to the grandmother in the courtyard of the old tree to enjoy the flowers of this tree. The afternoon sun was like a altar of aging mead, even the flowers in full bloom were exuded a fascinating fragrance. Looked at such a beautiful flower, I can not help but exclaimed: “Grandma ah!” Grandma sitting beside me because of my immature language and the more the smile, the wrinkles on her face also become a bend Bent gully. I looked to her, her eyes full of something I did not know, however,