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你年轻的高跟鞋把山村里一块块古老的石板敲醒一阵风吹过你乌黑的长发翩翩起舞犹如田野上迷人的麦浪面对渴望的山娃你没有丝毫的犹豫你没有像别人那样去追寻那时尚的光环你执着地守候在山的那一边以你年轻的高跟鞋把孩子们上学的路敲醒黄昏时分你采下一段最后的霞光为山娃们编?
Your young high heels knocking a piece of ancient stone in the mountain village a gust of wind blowing your long black hair dancing like a wheat field in the charming face of the desire of the mountain baby you do not have the slightest hesitation you do not like others to pursue that fashion Aura waiting for you on the side of the mountain to your young high heels to children to school on the road knocking woke up at dusk you take a final glow for the mountain children who compiled?