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当时共我赏花人,如今点捡无半君。走在飘着小雨的操场,风冷冷的,吹得脸生生地痛。天厚厚的,云挡住了阳光,仿佛要塌下来似的。我眯了眯眼,将手放进口袋里,继续低头走路。长长短短一样的步伐。好像这条路走也走不完,永远无尽一样,我习惯了不说话、不微笑。天黑得越来越早了,它在一遍一遍地提醒我,冬天来了。忘不了的灿烂阳光,也抵不过万丈云团和漠然来临的冬季。我像个垂死挣扎的人,明明无论怎样都无法改变,却还是想象着反抗,还是不喜欢一年一度的冬天。
At that time, I spent a total of people to spend flowers, now picking up half-Jun point. Walking in the playground drifting light, cold, blowing face painfully. Thick day, the clouds block the sun, as if to fall down like. I squinted, put my hand in my pocket, continue to bow down. Long and short the same pace. Seems to go along this road also endless, forever different, I used to not speak, do not smile. It was getting dark earlier and earlier, reminding me over and over again that winter came. Can not forget the brilliant sunshine, but also barely arrived cloud and indifferent winter. I am like a dying person, obviously no matter what can not be changed, but still imagine the resistance, or do not like the annual winter.