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early spring


After school, I took a brisk walk to the lawn downstairs. At a glance, I saw the sun that was about to go down. It is so red that it is so cute, like the face of a drunken little girl; like a cooked egg yolk, people can't help but want to take a bite. The rosy clouds are slowly floating, probably enjoying the golden rim of the setting sun.
The breeze blew, the willows lightly lifted the yellow-browed soft willow, which is definitely welcoming me to this old friend. It is the oldest tree I have ever seen in my memory. Every spring, it will be covered with tender green spring dress, and this year is no exception. No, it has already put the sleeves on. Quietly, you can also hear the song of the willow elf: "Shasha Shasha, la la la la..."

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