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他走了!再也没回来过……就像一阵风,曾经温暖过,可现在剩下的不过是满目疮夷。他说过,夏天带我去看碧蓝碧蓝的大海,可是,这—切只是一场梦境。我的视线里,再也没有那一抹淡淡的蓝了!小雪篇她叫小雪,一个想看到颜色的女孩。“小雪,小雪。”坐在玲珑小巧的摇椅上的姑娘,有着雪花一样白的皮肤,黝黑发亮的长发,此时她正低着头编织着母亲教她的花环。“布卡,是你吗?”“对,是我,我给你带来了蔷薇花。”布卡是一位外国男孩,他的眼睛是蓝色的,像一潭幽幽的深湖,他的头发是金色的,在太阳底下耀眼闪烁。可惜这些小雪看不见……
He’s gone! Never came back ... Like a gust of wind, once warm, but now the rest is only devastating. He said that summer took me to see the blue sea, but this - cut is just a dream. My sight, there is no longer that hint of blue! Snow piece called her snow, a girl want to see the color. “Snow, snow. ” Sitting in exquisite little rocking chair girl, with white snowflake skin, dark hair, long hair, this time she is head down mother weaving her wreath. “Buka, is it you?” “Yes, it’s me, I brought you the roses.” Buka is a foreign boy, his eyes are blue, like a pool of faint Deep in the lake, his hair is golden and gleaming in the sun. Unfortunately, these little snow can not be seen ...