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小院里的那株老柳树又抽芽了。它那细嫩的小叶芽儿，迎着残冬料峭的寒风，沐着清晨灿烂的阳光，绿亮绿亮的，格外明丽。我伫立在碧玉妆成的老柳树下面，仰视着飘来拂去的“千枝万条绿丝绦”儿，住凭那柔韧的绿条儿抚着脸庞。它犹如孩提时冬天里母亲的手，虽然稍感些许凉意...
The old willow in the small courtyard sprouted again. Its delicate leaflet bud children, facing the winter cold winter clinging, Mu morning bright sun, bright green, very bright. I stand in the Jasper makeup into the old willow below, looking up and down to the “Thousands of thousands of green silk sash” children, with the pliable green stroking caress his face. It is like a mother’s hand in childhood, although slightly cool ...