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站在四季飞雪的岸边,您告诉我们——春天和希望都是彼岸。您用目光和爱叠成跳板,引我们上船。船儿离岸了。一群白色鸟开始环绕着我们盘旋歌唱。霞光映衬着您额角的汗珠,亮成光芒温暖的灯盏。亲切地照耀着我们,穿越那个无知的山洞。我们很幸福地坐着,看您用如弓的脊梁做桨,忘情地为我们引渡;听您用沙哑的喉咙,给我们讲述另一个世界的故事,像肥沃的土地营养着我们不断拔节向上。船头总是静静的。只有白色鸟在盘旋,只有您的声音在盘旋,只有风浪声在四周翻卷着季节的窗帘。
Standing on the banks of the Four Seasons, you tell us - spring and hope are on the other side. You use the eyes and love stacked into the springboard, lead us to board. Boat off the coast. A group of white birds began to circling us singing songs. Rays of light against the background of your sweat, bright light warm lamp. Grateful to us, through the ignorance of the cave. We are happily sitting, watching you paddle with a bow like a bow, and excuse me for extradition. Listening to you with a hoarse throat, tell us stories of another world, like the fertile land that keeps us growing. The bow is always quiet. Only white birds are hovering, only your voice is hovering, only the wind and waves are rolling around the curtains of the season.