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山脚处,花香浓。不知不觉间已是清明了,我跨上一个台阶,口中吞吐出的白雾,扩散融入到整个略微寒冷的春日的晨雾里,来拜访沉睡在山茶丛中的曾祖母。曾祖母的坟很好认,旁边开
The foot of the hill, floral rich. Unwittingly, it was already clear and bright. As I stepped to a higher level, my white mist swallowed up in the mouth spread into the morning fog of the spring with a little bit of cold to visit my great-grandmother, who was sleeping in the tea plantations. Great grandson’s great grandson, next to open