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三月蜜蜂如笙簧般歌唱姐姐漂亮的短裙于村野之上款款地飘动一夜之间槐花开了如雪的愧花使我想起她清秀可人的模样槐花覆盖了吉祥的村庄槐花的香味从一个村庄弥漫到另一个村庄外婆在老愧树下一遍一遍唤我的乳名愧花喂养了我的童年甜甜的愧花深处是我温暖朴实的家愧花在家乡质朴
The March bees sang beautiful little skirts like springs on the top of Murakami. The flowers blossomed like snow and reminded me of her delicate and graceful appearance. The flowers covered auspicious villages. The smell of flowers spreads from one village to another. The grandmother called my name in the old eucalyptus tree next time. I gave my sweet sweet flowers. The depths of my heart are my warm homely flowers.