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风低吟,雪飘飞,你听,那不是种子冲破壳儿的清脆的笑声么?你看,它的触角不正伸向那泥土么?呀,它在守候,待到春风拂面,便是花开之时。
Wind whisper, snow drift, you listen, it is not the seeds break the crust of children's crisp laughter? You see, it tentacles reach the soil? Yeah, it is waiting until the spring breeze, it will It is time to bloom.