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漫长的冬天,万物蛰伏,大地一片肃杀沉寂。我蛰居在一座北方的城市,好像一直在期盼着一次苏醒,就像在雾霾中的一株小草渴望破土而出,稚嫩的叶尖上凝结出第一滴露珠。好像就是为了这样的苏醒,我在一个细雪飘飞的下午打开了约翰·巴勒斯的书。一株白色的延龄草立即在眼前跳荡,它纤细而妩媚,在冷暖交织的微风中翩翩起舞,尽情地舒展着柔软的腰身……在巴勒斯的描述下,似乎我的
Long winter, all things dormant, the earth a chill silence. I was living in a city in the north, as if I had been looking forward to a waking up, like a grass in the haze eager to break the ground, the first drop of dew on the tender tip. Seems to be such a wake-up call, I opened the book of John Burroughs in a snow-drifting afternoon. A white Trillium immediately jump in front of it, it is slender and charming, dancing in the breeze mixed warm, enjoy the stretch of a soft waist ... ... in the description of Burroughs, it seems my