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快到清明了。冬日的寒风不再肆虐地拉扯着人们的衣襟,冰封的山林又闻鸟语,春天的第一束阳光冲散了城市浓厚的阴云。一两场春雨过后,阳光又多了几分温暖,小径边的桃树上又钻出了六七瓣嫩蕊。新的,一切都是新的。
It's almost clear. Winter winds are no longer raging to pull people's skirts, frozen forests and birds, the first sunshine in the spring of the strong clouds of the city. After a spring or two after the spring, the sun a little more warmth, the edge of the peach trees and drilled another sixty-seven petals. New, everything is new.