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门前的小路是走出来的。路旁站着一位年轻的哨兵——核桃树,树身本身是褐色的,也许是被一层青苔装饰了一下,才使人看到了生命的色彩。梦里,小路伴我走过无数个春秋。
The path in front of the door is coming out. A young sentinel stood on the roadside - a walnut tree. The tree itself was brown, perhaps decorated with a layer of moss. Only then did people see the color of life. In the dream, the trail accompanied me through countless spring and autumn.