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青莲是一个很朴实的孩子。我在兰州的时候,常常在弄堂的青苔老墙下见她,总是低着头,提着一个很老很旧的包,低头从我身边走过,她的皮肤很白,黄黄的头发扎成马尾辨,很简单的样子,让人不由自主的多留意她几眼。青莲,每次我叫她的时候,她侧过脸,大大的眼睛,清澈的像安静的湖水。湖水荡漾,柔软了四季。我觉得自己的心就被这片湖水淹没,一片泽国,荡荡漾漾。青莲最爱到公主楼下看日落。很多次我在落日下看她,白色的裙子被风吹起,小腿白净的像我们在那年冬天看见的白狐,细细的,让心不由自主的跳动,我的脸每次都会红。她看我的时候,我说是被夕阳打的,她微笑的样子,让我看见江南的垂柳千丝万丝,缠绕在你的内心深处,让你不知所措。
Ching Lin is a very simple child. When I was in Lanzhou, I often met her under the old wall of moss in the alley, always bowing, carrying a very old and very old bag, bowing down from me, her skin was white and her yellow hair Tie into a cauda equina, very simple look, people involuntarily pay more attention to her glances. Ching Lin, every time I call her, she turned her face, big eyes, clear like a quiet lake. Rippling lake, soft four seasons. I think my heart was submerged in this piece of lake water, a Zeguo, swirling Yang Yang. Qing Lian favorite princess downstairs to see the sunset. Many times I see her in the setting sun, the white dress is blown by the wind, the white legs like the foxes we saw in that winter in winter, thin, let the heart beating involuntarily, my face will be red every time. When she looked at me, I said I was hit by the sunset. She smiled and showed me the weeping willow in the south of the Yangtze River, twisting in your heart and letting you feel overwhelmed.