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一条很长很长的小路旁边,有一条很长很长的小溪。小溪的上游有一棵很大很大的树。春风吹过,树上结出了许许多多嫩绿嫩绿的小叶子。他们可都是树的孩子呀。树枝就是他们的摇篮。微风和煦,叶子们摇哇摇,摇哇摇,做起了香甜的梦。炎炎夏天,叶子们个头儿大了。炽烈的阳光洒在叶子上,叶子们摇哇摇,摇哇摇,想摇出一丝风。大树说:“这么热的天,你们好好洗一下澡吧。既凉快,又舒服。”大树站得笔直笔直的,呼喊着天边的雨和风。大雨滂沱,狂风乍起。哗啦啦,哗啦啦。叶子们在雨里一边洗呀洗,一边唱啊唱。
Next to a long, long road, there is a long, long stream. Upstream of the stream there is a big tree. The spring breeze, the tree came in many green leaves. They are all children of the tree. The branches are their cradle. Breeze genial, the leaves are shaking wow, shaking wow, start a sweet dream. Summer, the leaves are big. Blazing sun sprinkled on the leaves, the leaves are shaking shake, shake wow, want to shake out a trace of wind. The tree said: “On such a hot day, you wash the shower well, cool and comfortable.” The tree stood straight and straight, shouting the rain and the wind to the horizon. Heavy rain, the wind blew. Crashed, crashed. Leaves are washed in the rain while washing, singing while singing.