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抬起头,望见了那几缕阳光和万里无云的天空。窗子开着,能感觉到风的气息,那是冬天特有的味道。清静的一天,可真是难得。前几天又看了一遍殷健灵那一系列的书,怎么看也看不够。突然,一句话蹦了出来:"她看见米粒儿还在拨弄着纸风铃。那是一挂粉红色的风铃,曳动起来没有悦耳的铃声,但你能感觉到它在唱
Looked up and saw the ray of sunshine and the cloudless sky. Open the window, can feel the breath of the wind, it is winter-specific flavor. Quiet day, can be really rare. A few days ago I read it again Yin Ji Ling series of books, how to look and see enough. Suddenly, a sentence jumped out: She saw the rice is still fiddle with paper wind chimes, it is a hanging pink wind chimes, there is no pleasant ringing tone, but you can feel it singing