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清晨,漫步在幽静的、充满生机的林间小路,鸟儿们停在枝头上唱起了歌。公鸡的叫声唤起了整个小村子。阳光透过浓密的柿子树叶,洒落在山路上,一点一点像金子一般。草地上的老黄牛慢吞吞地享受着青草,不时地发出“哞——”。窄窄的石头桥,弯弯的山路,还有一间间矮矮的房子,这个美丽的小村子就是我的家乡。童年时家给我的印象,是一片或淡、或浓的青色。这颜色是叶尖上晶莹剔透的露珠,是柿子树深绿的老
In the early morning, stroll through the quiet, vibrant forest path, where the birds sang on the branches. The roar of the cock evoke the entire village. Sunshine through the thick persimmon leaves, sprinkled on the mountain, a little bit like gold in general. Grass on the old cattle slowly enjoy the grass, from time to time issue “哞 - ”. Narrow stone bridge, winding mountain road, there is a short house, this beautiful little village is my hometown. My childhood impression was given to me as a light or dark blue. This color is crystal clear dew on the tip, is the dark green persimmon tree