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飞机在塔斯马尼亚的机场缓缓降落下来时,正是一天的中午。我随着各种肤色的人流走出候机大厅。外面的阳光很热烈,刺得眼睛有些睁不开。玫瑰花在远远的坡麓上颤动,像一片燃烧的火焰,令海天失色,蔚蓝走神。金刚鹦鹉和虎皮娇凤在桉树枝上叽叽喳喳地叫着,宣布着它们在这个季节里最好的歌唱。不远处就是大海,茫茫的看不到边。浪花不断地拍打着躲过时光摧残的礁石。有人说这里是上帝居住的地方,来到塔斯马尼亚就是来到了世界的尽头。
The plane landed slowly at Tasmania’s airport just at noon of the day. I walked out of the waiting hall with a variety of color flow. The sun outside is very warm, sting some open eyes. Roses flutter in the farther foot, like a burning flame, so that the sky color, blue and dark. Macaws and tiger-barking babes twitter on eucalyptus branches and announce their best songs of the season. Not far from the sea, the vast can not see the edge. Spray constantly flapping to escape the time destroyed the rocks. Some people say that here is where God lives, came to Tasmania is to come to the end of the world.