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她安静地,衣着简单地走出胡同里,进了街道,经过城市的站牌,在另一条街道上,她默默地数了数自己的年龄。城里城外的人,被潮水推涌着,往一个方向归去,车子一辆辆突快突停地膨胀着街道、城市。一个自在的包,伴随着她,落肩的头发,随着轻盈的梦,飞在村庄里,每一片树叶与风相拥而行,动情瞬间,她一次次看见,又悠悠而去。她喜欢飞翔,城市的阻力太强,她只拥有梦想了。她凝视着——沉默,细微的声音穿过她青春的身体,在纯质的生命湖水里,倾听内在的、本质的细语,那是她自己,有牵着白马来邀的骑士,有朋友细微的旋转。
She quietly, dressed simply out of the alley, into the street, after the city’s stop sign, on the other street, she quietly counted the number of their own age. The city outside the city, pushed by the tide of the flood, go in one direction, the sudden sudden stop of a car inflated streets, cities. A free bag, accompanied by her, shoulder hair, with a light dream, flying in the village, every leaf and the wind embracing, emotionally moment, she see again and again, and leisurely away. She likes to fly, the resistance of the city is too strong, she only has the dream. She stared - silent, subtle voice through her body of youth, in the pure lake of life, listening to the inner, the essence of the language, it is her own, there are white horse to invite Knight, a friend Subtle rotation.