作者  欧阳和华

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忽略了冬的存在，

风和未凋零的叶子，

在窃窃私语，

风与阳光一起穿透枝叶，

竟然融化了缥缈的雪雾。

也温暖了鲤鱼阁的云，

触摸围棋盘，

那不是远去云游的佛萧么，

这样的风，

这样的清晨。

似乎行走在春天里，

似乎走在清石桥的黄昏，

那几片似乎凋零的叶儿，

稀稀疏疏的将要落地。

忽然，想起故乡，

听见风，在呼唤春的声音，

鲤鱼阁岭的春天不远了，不远了。

草木正酝酿着春意，

期待着，

一场春雨绵绵，

琴萧阵阵的之音……

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Smell spring

Author Ouyang Hehua

Ignoring the existence of winter,

The wind and the withered leaves,

Whispering,

The wind and the sun penetrate the branches and leaves together,

Unexpectedly melted the misty snow.

It also warms the clouds of the carp pavilion,

Touch the Go board,

Isn't that the Buddha Xiao who traveled far away,

Such wind,

This morning,

It seems to be walking in spring,

It seems to be walking in the dusk of Qingshi Bridge,

Those leaves that seem to wither,

The sparse will fall to the ground.

Suddenly, I remembered my hometown,

Hear the wind, calling the voice of spring,

The spring of Liyuge Ridge is not far away.

The vegetation is brewing spring,

in anticipation of,

A continuous spring rain,

The sound of zither whistling.