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风儿从海边吹过,他问小贝壳,贝壳贝壳,为什么你的皱纹这么多?小贝壳说,我没老,那些皱纹,是我给大海录的歌。
Wind blowing from the sea, he asked Beckham shell, shell shells, why your wrinkles so much? Shell said I did not old, those wrinkles, is my song to the sea.