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<strong><font size="4"> 挡不住的涌动<br/><br/><br/>文/春风大雅容物<br/><br/><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 55.55pt;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><font size="5"> 早晨,太阳还没有睡醒,我装着思绪,孤独地走在乡间的小路上,迈向熟悉的田野,陡坡。</font></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 55.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt; mso-para-margin-left: 3.46gd; mso-char-indent-count: .98;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><font size="5"> 乍暖还寒的初春里,迎来了第一声鸟鸣,唤醒了万物,也唤醒了沉睡的小草。还在冬眠的大地,此时还没有完全苏醒,它被隆冬板结的身躯还需春潮的涌动。从春的哥哥冬淌过来的小草,被枯黄裹挟着。躺在夜的怀抱里,做着美梦。</font></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 55.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 15.75pt; mso-para-margin-left: 3.46gd; mso-char-indent-count: .98;"><font size="5"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> 天上有报春鸟,地上有报春草,我虽没有花的艳丽,可我本色、传统。小草不时地与春切磋,你今天冷,明天热,温度计都累了,你能不能少一点波动,给人们点稳重的感觉。春说节气强令我这样,我也没办法,我是在奉命行事,请谅解。</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><font face="Times New Roman"> </font></span></span></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 55.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 47.4pt; mso-para-margin-left: 3.46gd; mso-char-indent-count: 2.95;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><font size="5">为了实现梦想,捷足先登。小草迎着寒冷,卯足了劲长身子骨。用坚硬的草尖,顶破冻土,向人们呼喊:“我来了,我是最棒的”,抖起精神向人们展示自己的绿色。风来了,带着一身的寒气,想给小草个下马威。它说:这是虚寒,我不怕,我虽没有火眼金睛,可我有抗寒神功.在这同时,一起与小草争春的苦菜,荠菜,白蒿,菇渣菜也不示弱,成群结队的绿叶也慢慢变浓、变大。星星之火,不,现在是燎原之势。</font></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 55.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 47.4pt; mso-para-margin-left: 3.46gd; mso-char-indent-count: 2.95;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><font size="5">春来了,挡不住的涌动。</font></span></p></font></strong>
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