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小时候听妈妈哼唱一首歌谣,通常都在她剪窗花的时候,字字珠玑地响起来。那遥远的岁月,就仿佛昨天一样,一幕幕浮现在眼前。
When I was young, listening to my mom humming a song, often scrunched when she cut the window grilles. That distant years, as if yesterday, the same scene appeared in front of us.