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栀子花前,上弦月下,有你,有我;有花,有月……我刚出世的时候,正好是一个月色如钩栀子花开的时节,你便爱上了我。你笑盈盈地搂起我,放我在栀子花树浓密的树荫下,用蒲扇轻轻地摇曳着,为我驱蚊赶虫,扇羽间送来阵阵馨香。就这样日复一日,年复一年,直到你的双肩已感到承受吃力,直到我开始学会了满地撒欢,你一如既往地在忙碌中,把我带到栀子花下,我曾不解地问:“为什么每当这个时候,我总是被放在栀子树浓浓的树荫下呢!”你笑而不语。你的目光注视着远方,我清晰地在你的脸上看见岁月
Gardenia, before the wind, there is you, there is me; there are flowers, there are months ... ... I was born, just a month as a hook gardenia blooming season, you fell in love with me. You hugged me smile, put me in the shade of the gardenia tree thick, gently swaying with a palm-leaf fan, insect repellent for me, send incense between the fan. So day after day, year after year, until your shoulders have felt strenuous until I began to learn to scatter the earth, as always, you are busy, took me under gardenia, I did not understand Q: “Why is it that whenever I do this time, I always put it in the shade of the gardenia trees!” "You laugh without words. Your gaze is in the distance, and I see clearly on your face