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夜已深,手抚着一本好书,我萌生了进入书的世界的渴望。随着翻动的书页,我翻身上马,策马入林。我穿过紫堇,越过木棉,掠过一段段流转的历史。我扬起长鞭,沿着一条铺满鲜花的大道奔驰,路的尽头是那个世界的入口。“蒹葭苍苍,白露为霜。所谓伊人,在水一方……”耳边萦绕着那清丽淡雅的小调,我看见芦苇丛中有一个女子,亭亭玉立,她的身边伫立着一块标牌,上书“现实主义的发轫”几个字。我不懂,继续前行。“长太息以掩涕兮,哀民生之多艰
Deep in the night, hand stroking a good book, I initiated the desire to enter the world of books. With the flip of the page, I turned over the horse, quick horse into the forest. I crossed the cinnabar, crossed the kapok, passing through a period of history. I raised the whip, running along a boulevard full of flowers, the end of the road is the entrance to the world. The so-called Iraqis, in the water party ... ”ears haunting that elegant and elegant little, I saw a reed in a woman, slim, standing beside her with a sign, the letter “Realistic hair 轫 ” a few words. I do not understand, move on. "Too long interest to hide tears, sad how hard life