四月,春风吹的季节;百花在一夜绽放,空气浸渍着浓浓的芬芳。那芬芳的孢子,有谁知,是她让美好的春风变成无尽的喷嚏。泪眼朦胧,我怎么啦,这清新而干净的空气使我失去了这基本的抵御。过敏吧,过敏吧,我却无法诅咒,无法埋怨,无法入眠。Hay fever from tree pollen induced symptoms, nobody can save. Anytime, anywhere like ghost in mind! |
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