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人活着,像航海。你的恨,你的风暴。你的爱,你的云彩。——绿原趴在屺山母岛上看海时,心里很紧张。向西,是海;向北,是海。屺山母岛的女儿石日夜与海相拥,永不停歇的海潮向她脚下涌来,撞上岩石吐着白沫跑开,百米之外,
People are alive, like sailing. Your hate, your storm. Your love, your clouds. - Lvyuan lying on the hillside mother island to see the sea, the heart is very nervous. To the west is the sea; to the north is the sea.屺 Hill Island’s daughter stone day and night and the sea embraced the never-ending tide to her feet, hit the rock spit the foam ran away, 100 meters away,