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2012年的春天,4月,桃花在温润的地气推助下开了,春天最有风韵的那个部分由桃花的绿意释放出来,我是无比陶醉。我看这样的景致时是在傍晚,我在一座老屋的地上站着,透过一扇老窗的花格,天地间一片花红柳绿。那个安静,那个衰落,那些个桃花开得烂漫。任何时代都需要殉道者,殉道本身就具有意义。那么谁是一个时代的殉道者?破败下去的旧时老屋里的主人么,还是就应该是一座老屋?旧去了,连老窗的花格都糟烂了,可那规格还在。一阵风刮过,花蕊的香袭来,花瓣如发情的蜜蜂婀娜而飞。这样的窗户,也只有旧时代。
In the spring of 2012, in April, the peach blossoms with the help of warm earth tones. The most beautiful part of spring was released by the green of the peach blossom. I was extremely intoxicated. When I looked at this scene in the evening, I stood on the ground in an old house, passing through the lattice of an old window with a bouquet of red and green flowers between heaven and earth. That quiet, that decline, those peach blooming. Martyrdom is needed in any age, and martyrdom itself makes sense. So who is the martyrdom of an era? The old owner of the ruined old house, or should it be an old house? Going old, and even the old windows are bad, but the specifications are still there. A gust of wind blows, stamen incense hit, petals such as estrus bees graceful and fly. This window, only the old days.