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风起了。当料峭的冰风清凉过冬的额际时,我清楚地看见一位衣袂飘飘的娉婷玉女正以五瓣的花儿作偷渡的舢板,驶入喧嚣的红尘。从那个婉约温馨的阳春偷偷借来梨的白蕊,纷洒成三千年的粉梦。
The wind rose. When the cool ice winds cool for the winter, I can clearly see that a jadeite girl with a sturdy skirt is using a five-petall flower as a sneak squatter to drive into the red dust. The white core of the pear was secretly borrowed from the melodious and cozy Yangchun and sprinkled into a powder dream of three thousand years.