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天,是不会倒下的,因为他要守护他的“天下”。年幼时,爱坐在他的肩膀上看天。如此结实有力的肩膀,成了我那时最温暖的港湾。我们就那么静静地坐着,看着天从美丽的蓝衣裙变成一团燃烧的火焰,偶尔看得起劲时,两眼瞪得溜圆,呀呀咿咿地乱蹦乱跳,揪着他凌乱的头发,天真地问:“你是什么呀?”他微笑着,抬头看着那一团温柔的蓝,淡淡地回答:“我是天呀。”空中飘然而去的流云带走了他浅浅的话语。风依旧还在,天依旧湛蓝。这时,我垂下头,绞尽脑汁地想
God will not fall, because he wants to protect his “world.” When young, love sitting on his shoulder to see the sky. So strong and powerful shoulders, became the most warm harbor I was. We sat so quietly, watching the day from a beautiful blue dress into a burning flame, and occasionally delightful, the two eyes stared slippery round, Ya Ya staggered to jumble, grabbing His messy hair, innocently asked: “What are you? ” He smiled, looked up at the group of gentle blue, lightly replied: “I am heaven. ” The sky floating away Cloud took away his shallow words. The wind is still there, the sky is still blue. At this moment, I dropped my head and tried my best