秋天,葡萄成熟了,它的样子很可爱。紫得像紫晶,绿得像绿玉,圆润可爱,仿佛碰一下,就要流出蜜汁来似的,那一颗颗密密颗粒上,都蒙着一层细细的白霜,让你垂涎欲滴。咬一口,甜津津,酸溜溜的,浓浓的葡萄汁像一股甘泉流入心田。
In autumn, when the grapes are ripe, they look lovely. Purple is like Amethyst, green is like emerald, round and lovely, as if touching, it is going to flow out honey, that dense particles are covered with a thin layer of white frost, which makes you salivate. Bite, sweet Tianjin, sour, thick grape juice like a spring into the heart.
冬天,他的叶子全落下来了。但我相信它明年春天还会萌芽抽枝的。看着它那坚强的样子,使我想起一句古诗:“落红不是无情物,化作春泥更护花。”
In winter, all his leaves fell. But I believe it will sprout next spring. Looking at its strong appearance, I think of an ancient poem: "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers."
我爱你,家乡的葡萄,爱你春天的生机勃勃,夏天的绚丽多彩,秋天收获的甜蜜,冬天的坚忍不拔。
I love you, the grapes of my hometown, the vitality of spring, the splendor of summer, the sweetness of autumn harvest and the perseverance of winter.
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