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清晨,我趴在窗台上透过玻璃向外看去。下雨了。那细如牛毛的雨丝,温柔地洒落在发了芽的柳枝和刚钻出土的小草上,让树木和花草变得好绿啊!马路上的行人很多,一朵朵美丽的蘑菇伞在细雨中晃动着。“今天不是放假吗?大清早,这些人冒雨拎着鼓鼓囊囊的包,手捧鲜花,脚步匆匆,是要去哪里呢?”正疑惑间,耳边传来了妈妈的声音。“宝贝,快点穿衣服准备出门。今天是清明节,爸爸妈妈带你去给奶奶扫墓。”妈妈在屋门口对我说。原来那些人都是去扫墓的啊。我恍然大悟。
Early in the morning, I lay on the window sill looking out through the glass. It’s raining. That delicate hairy rain silk, gently sprinkled on the budding willow and freshly cut grass, so that trees and flowers become very green ah! A lot of pedestrians on the road, a blossoming beautiful mushroom umbrella in the Shaking in the rain Today is not a holiday? Early in the morning, these people carrying bulging bags of rain, holding flowers, hurried footsteps, is going to where? “Is puzzled, his ears came the voice of her mother. ”Baby, get dressed quickly and ready to go.Today is the Ching Ming Festival, Mom and Dad take you to grandma grave. " Mom said to me at the house. Those people are going to the original sweeping ah. I suddenly realized.