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“轻轻地捧着你的脸,为你把眼泪擦干;这颗心永远属于你,告诉我不再孤单……”耳机里传来的悦耳的歌声,让我感到一阵阵的温暖。爱就是这样沁润着我,正如曾经定格在我的脑海的那幅画面……还记得那个冬天,一个寒冷的黄昏,刚放学的我正往家赶,凛冽的寒风,呼呼地刮着,裸露在风中的脸,像割开般火辣辣地疼。寒风中的公交车站早就挤满了人,然而堵得一塌糊涂的路让车动弹不得。听着大家的抱怨,一转身,却发现车站的长椅上有一对老人,默默的在寒风中依偎着,
“Gently holding your face, dry your tears; this heart will always belong to you, tell me no longer lonely ... ” The melodious voice coming from the headphones, let me feel warm waves . Love is so Qinrun me, just as the picture was fixed in my mind ... ... remember that winter, a cold evening, just after school I was rush to the home, cold wind, whirring blowing , Bare in the wind’s face, like a cut open hot ache. The cold wind in the bus station already packed, however, blocked a mess of the road so that the car could not move. Listening to everyone’s complaints, a turn, but found the station’s bench there is a pair of elderly, silently clinging in the cold,