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一一进五月,春天就算差不多过完了。杨树的叶子小绿手掌一样,新鲜地招摇着。槐花却开得正好,一串一串,一簇一簇,很热闹了。槐花这东西,味道有些奇怪。不是香,也不是不香;不是甜,却是甜里面带着一股子微微的腥气。也不知道怎么一回事,这槐花的味道,总让人觉得莫名的心乱。香罗把车停在村口,掏出手机打电话。香罗说,我到村口了。大全说噢,马上。香罗扑哧一声笑了,说看你,急什么。阳光软软地泼下来,远远近近,仿佛有淡淡的烟霭,细看时,却又仿佛没有。车窗半开
As soon as May, spring is almost over. Poplar leaves the same small green palm, freshly swaying. Sophorae bloom is just right, a string of a bunch of clusters of clusters, very lively. Sophora japonica flower this thing, taste a little strange. Not fragrant, nor is it not fragrant; not sweet, but it is sweet with a subtle smell inside. Do not know how the same thing, this Sophora japonica taste, people always feel inexplicable chaos. Xiangluo parked in the village car, pulled out his cell phone to call. Xiang Luo said that I went to the entrance to the village. Daquan said oh, right away. Xiangluo Puchi loudly laugh, say look at you, what are you anxious? The sun shines softly, far and near, as if a faint mist, look carefully, but as if no. Window half open