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1998年,我正在俄罗斯留学。那一年的情人节,莫斯科很冷,气温达到了零下38°C,而且天空飘满了雪。尽管如此,兜售玫瑰的小贩们依然不停地穿行于大街小巷,让这爱情的信物无止无息地燃烧,温暖着那些置身爱情中的人们。我是个例外。那些玫瑰只会让我更加寒冷,因为我被失恋的漩风刮到了爱情的边缘。我开始怀疑,这漫天飞舞的誓言的雪里到底搀杂着多少谎言的碎屑?我伤心地从咖啡馆里走出来,我刚刚在那里跟叶分手。多么讽刺,这分明应该
In 1998, I was studying in Russia. Valentine’s Day that year, Moscow was cold, the temperature reached minus 38 ° C, and the sky filled with snow. However, peddling rose hawkers who still continue to walk through the streets, so that the love of beliefs burning endless ceaseless, warm those in love in the people. I am an exception. Those roses will only make me colder, because I was the romance of romance blowing to the edge of love. I began to wonder how much the lie of the snow in the swearing oath was cluttered? I walked out of the cafe sadly and I just broke up with the leaf there. How ridiculous it should be