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早晨,我来到树林里,空气格外新鲜,还飘着湿漉漉的甜味儿。我数着树下的蘑菇,一朵、两朵、三朵……
In the morning, I came to the woods, the air was particularly fresh, but also floating wet sweet child. I am counting the mushrooms under the tree, one, two, three ...