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妮妮的下巴从后面搁在我的肩上,手轻轻地挽住我的腰,在我耳边吹气如兰:“为什么呢?Ken?写这么伤心的文字?”那是晚春阳光灿烂的下午,各种色彩都鲜艳地在身边流淌。而我,依然置身于那片草地之中,呼吸着草的芬芳,感受着风的轻柔,谛听着鸟的啼啭。我仿佛看到妮妮向我转过脸,甜甜地一笑,微微地歪头,轻轻地启齿,定定地看着我的双眼,仿佛在一泓清澈的泉水里寻觅稍纵即逝的小鱼的行踪。真的,我确信我听到了,也是一如身边小溪中流水一样清澈的声音:“Ken,我永远不会让你那样地难
Nini’s chin rested on my shoulder from behind and my hand gently pulled my waist, blowing in my ears like blue: “Why? Ken? Write such sad words?” It was sunny in the late spring. In the afternoon, various colors are flowing around. And I, still in the grass, breathe the fragrance of the grass, feel the softness of the wind, and listen to the birds. I seemed to see that Nini turned her face to me and smiled sweetly. She gently bowed her head, gently opened her teeth, and fixed my eyes on my eyes, as if I was looking for fleeting in a clear spring. The whereabouts of the fish. Really, I’m convinced that I heard it as clear as the flowing water around the creek: "Ken, I’ll never make you so hard.