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几处早莺争暖树，谁家新燕啄春泥 Several early warblers fight for the warmth of the tree. Whose new swallow pecks the spring mud 喜欢漫步山林，倾听鸟儿的歌声。静谧的山林里，轻移脚步，唯恐惊吓了歌唱的小精灵，婉转的啁啾声此起彼伏，连绵不绝。细听，高的，低的，尖的，哑的，舒缓的，急促的，混杂在一起，却又融合成一种和谐。陶醉在歌声里，看流水拥落英荡漾，看山风卷落叶纷飞，看碧空随云朵翩跹。 I like to walk in the mountains and listen to the birds. In the quiet mountain forest, move your steps gently, afraid of scaring the singing elves. The gentle chirps come and go. Listen carefully, the high, the low, the sharp, the dumb, the soothing, the hasty, mix together, but merge into a kind of harmony. Intoxicated in the song, I can see the water embracing the fallen leaves, the wind rolling the fallen leaves, and the blue sky dancing with the clouds. 那时我六岁，童稚与天真渲染着一切，一切看起来都是那么美好，清新快乐，无忧无虑。静静聆听大自然的絮语，那是灵魂的诉说，是情感的倾诉，是身心与自然的交融相通，给童年一片安宁祥和的美好。 At that time, I was six years old. Childishness and innocence played up everything. Everything seemed so beautiful, fresh, happy and carefree. Listen to nature's words quietly, which is the soul's talk, the emotion's talk, the integration of body and mind and nature, and give childhood a peaceful and peaceful beauty. | 
