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最明朗、美润、多情、动人的月是故乡的月。第一缕春风首先吹弯的是霞妹的两道春眉,弯得像初月的蛾眉月。那天晚上我窥见霞妹偷偷地在窗前对着镜子借着月光照着月牙画眉,羞涩溢面,喜上眉梢。霞妹从此有了自己的神秘。霞妹带着月羞去田野刈草,禾苗“哗啦”泛绿了;去笋竹林采摘,笋竹儿憋足了劲儿,一夜之间赶趟儿似地、从山野、从四面八方的地面冒了出来;去桃源施肥,花蕾含起了苞苞等待着怒放:去山里踏青,山坡上笼盖着一坡暖,绿是苗儿的羞,笋是竹子的羞,蕾是花儿的羞。
The clearest, Mei Run, passionate, touching month is the hometown of the month. The first ray of spring breeze is the first bend Xia Mei two spring eyebrows, curved like the first month of Crescent Moon. That night I saw Xia Mei secretly looking in the mirror in front of the window by the moon crescent thrush, shy overflow face, beaming. Xia Mei from this has its own mystery. Xia Mei with shy go to the fields of mowing, grasses “crap ” pan-green; bamboo shoots to pick bamboo shoots, bamboo shoots children Bie enough strength, overnight rush to ride children like, from the mountains, from all over the ground To run out; to Taoyuan fertilizer, buds contain the buds waiting in full bloom: Going to the mountains, the hillside covered with a slope of warm, green seedlings are ashamed, bamboo shoots are shame, buds are ashamed of flowers .