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北国的候鸟又一次飞至南方,河岸上的小草又一次脱去了她绿色的衣裳。仰望天空,童年就像那群飞动的鸟,若即若离,在我的记忆里恍惚游荡。我带着惊奇离开了母亲温暖的摇篮,在这个世界里独自闯荡。我知道自己早已不再是那个整天抱着会眨眼的洋娃娃哭泣的娇娇女了。
The migratory birds of the northern country once again flew to the south. The grass on the banks once again took off her green clothes. Looking up at the sky, my childhood was like a flock of flying birds. If I left, I wandered in my memory. I left my mother’s warm cradle with amazement and was alone in this world. I know that I am no longer the one who holds the blind doll crying all day long.