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这是个下着小雨的清晨，我们行走在泥泞的山路上。山不高，有溪水流淌而去，寒风扑面。 It was a rainy morning, we walked on the muddy mountain road. The mountain is not high, there are streams flowing away, and the cold wind blows. 小雨。雨在空中回旋飘飞，密密地打在脸上，冰凉冰凉的。这沥沥稀稀的雨，向着远处延伸，终于成了一帘白幕，把天地万物遮挡得严严实实。我们在雨中前进，任这上赐的甘霖湿透全身每一个角落，从头到脚，由嘴到心，那心里有诗在流淌，它漫过心坎，静静溢出“自在飞花轻似梦，无边丝雨细如愁。” Light rain. The rain whirled in the air and hit the face tightly. It was cold. This thin rain, extending to the distance, has finally become a curtain of white, covering everything in the world. We move forward in the rain, let the rain wet every corner of the body, from head to foot, from mouth to heart, there is poetry flowing in the heart, it overflows the heart, quietly overflowing "free flying flowers light like a dream, boundless rain thin as sorrow." 路。路在雨中醉了，醉成一片烂泥。它们偎依在你的脚下，奔放地献给你那橘黄色的吻。路在这雨中醉了。醉得没有了前行的路。“多歧路，今安在？”我们站在雨中怅然。 Road. The road was drunk in the rain and turned into mud. They Nestle under your feet and freely offer you the orange kiss. The road was drunk in the rain. I'm so drunk that I have no way to go. "How wrong is it? Is it safe today?" We stood in the rain disappointed. | 
