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到处充斥着凶猛的油菜花香……这漫天黄花正肥劲……最早在花海中穿行的不一定是播种人,他更不会惊叹这里发生的壮观花事。我在某个春意初暖的日子被亢奋和暗示推搡着,误入这条几乎挤攘得看不见的阡陌。我被蜜蜂轰出来。两旁竟有这样盛大的花潮,简直要把我卷走,吞噬。我坚信,我与它们不属于同一个时空,因为我(也许还有更多人),太过单调无聊,没有这样的丰仪瑰玮,对这个春天了无贡献,做人枯燥无趣,阴盛阳衰,不配与它们为伍。河流在曲折地奔流,一路掠过春天的髻
It is full of ferocious rape scent ... It is full of yellow flowers ... The earliest in the sea of flowers is not necessarily sowing, he will not marvel at the spectacular things happening here. I am excited and implied in a warm spring of the beginning of a push, strayed into this nearly crowded inaccessible terraced ricefields. I was hit by a bee. As such a grand wave of flowers on both sides, simply take me away, swallowed. I firmly believe that I do not belong to the same space and time with them, because I (maybe more people), too boring, there is no abundance, no contribution to this spring, dull, yin yang Bad, unworthy with them. The river flows twists and turns, brushing all the way spring bun