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在雨中,雨丝与你缠绵。在你转身的一瞬,我却看见你如花的笑靥变得破碎,然后,幻化成雨。鸟语,乡间。儿时的你,一条往后梳得高高的马尾,银色的发箍,淡得几乎要消失的眉毛,小眼睛,单眼皮,洁白的大牙,笑得并不那么矜持。你是孩子王,我们一群“随从”满目崇敬地围着你,听你讲着你的梦想,和你一起欢笑。“枣子姐,你什么时候带我们到大城市去玩啊?”一颗颗圆溜溜的眼珠子闪着灵光。那时候,我们所说的大城市,不过是县城罢了。“我爸啊,是城里的大官呢。他说过会带我去城里玩的,到时候我一定叫上你们一起去!”掩盖不住
In the rain, rain silk lingering with you. At the moment you turn around, I see your flowery smile become broken, then turned into a rain. Bird language, country. Childhood, you have a high rear pony tail, silver headband, pale to almost disappear eyebrows, small eyes, single eyelids, white teeth, smiling not so reserved. You are the king of children, we a group of “follower ” all around you reverently, listen to your dream about you, and you laugh. “Jujube sister, when do you take us to the big city to play ah?” A round yo eyeball flashing Emmanuel. At that time, what we call the big city is only the county town. “My dad, it’s a big man in town.He said he would take me to the city to play, and by that time I’ll call you all together!” "Can not conceal