我想写的是这个四月的故事。明媚又忧愁。
我看到春光乍泄，微风拂过第一枝绿的芽。水里的波潋滟。
是喜悦里风筝飞上了天，孩童在草地上奔跑。奔跑，奔跑，拖着长长的线，尾羽在飘扬。
是纯粹的快乐。小狗闹着打滚，人们宠溺着笑。
是徒步路线上的人来人往，走累了的小孩拄着山杖哭着往前跑。
儿童放学归来早，忙趁东风放纸鸢。
我看到土里破出新的枝桠，一杆笤帚扫去一年的落叶。
坟冢间时而有青的烟，袅袅托着哀思去往人力无极的地方。
沉默，沉默，又沉默。缀着隐约的泣，又是一年！
人间的四月啊，是蜂蝶时舞，娇莺恰啼，草满花堤时一部分人的野步；也是行人断魂，宿草春又，沉雨下另一些人的多愁。年复一年。
Shall I write about the April day? It is full of happiness and sorrow.
When it comes, the trees shoot buds and flowers bloom. People usually have a spring outing to enjoy the splendor while children, on the other hand, like to fly a kite, running and laughing.
However, for some other people, the thing is not alike. It is a time to mourn ancestors. Usually on fifth April, people would go from everywhere back to their hometown, to sweep a grave and pay respects to the dead.
It is such a mixture as the two aspect blend in perfect harmony.
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