春的私语 小鹿把蹄子蜷成团，绒毛软得能接住风里的香
<!----><style type="text/css">html{font-size:375%}</style><link href="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712" rel="stylesheet" position="1" data-qf-origin="/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712"><!-- 付费贴--> <div class="preview_article "> <!----> <p>春的私语</p><p>小鹿把蹄子蜷成团，绒毛软得能接住风里的香。白兔耳朵颤了颤，红眼睛映着草尖的露，亮得像嵌了粒碎星。</p><p>花们也不吵，紫的、黄的、白的，各自把瓣子舒展开，像给草地绣了层轻软的纱。墨色的草茎歪歪扭扭，倒像是谁用毛笔随意勾的，却偏生把这春的嫩，衬得刚刚好。</p><p>它们定是在说悄悄话。你看小鹿的睫毛，白兔的胡须，都在轻颤——这哪是草木间的遇见？明明是把整个春天的温柔，都缩成了这一小方、连风都舍不得吹重的画里。</p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20260221072427front1_0_451696_FoiGRDWOIA__SQITQfviWJT-VL6w.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="1773" height="2364" data-qf-origin="forum/20260221072427front1_0_451696_FoiGRDWOIA__SQITQfviWJT-VL6w.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20260221072427front1_0_451696_FoiGRDWOIA__SQITQfviWJT-VL6w.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb-origin="forum/20260221072427front1_0_451696_FoiGRDWOIA__SQITQfviWJT-VL6w.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p> <!----></div> 挺好的 看看也好
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