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走到十字路口中央时,看到地上四面八方都是自己的影子。停下来转头一个个影子去看,影子熟悉又冷清的铺在初冬深夜的地面,寂静无声。我走得很慢。风很冷,把身体的热度都吸食干净。就像时间,冷冰冰地把青春和精力从人身体里一点点抽离,而你毫无抵抗之力。他说她是一支深夜绽放在他梦里的玫瑰,妖娆又鲜艳,是他向往的,燃烧起来的幸福。尽管她在清寒的夜色里瑟缩,暗淡又无力,她却带笑抹掉眼泪,就像一支骄傲的玫瑰抖落露水。她
When I got to the center of the crossroads, I saw the shadow of the earth in all directions. Stop and turn around to see the shadow one by one, shadow familiar and deserted shop in the early winter of the ground, silent. I go very slowly. Cold wind, the heat of the body are sucked clean. It’s like time, coldly drawing youth and energy away from a person’s body, and you have no resistance. He said she is a rose blooming in his dreams late at night, enchanting and bright, is his yearning, burning happiness. Although she shrunk, dimly and powerless in the freezing cold night, she smiled and wiped her tears, like a proud rose shaking her dew. she was