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我们所看见的世界——香樟树是流动的绿色,树叶投下一颤一颤的影子。阳光在午后变得透明,向所有它可以到达的地方延伸。空气里荡漾着平缓而舒张的节奏,像是永远停在了这一点。在南方小城的掌心里,慢悠悠地去晒一片照进院子里的阳光,听路过的风景在惺忪中将小城故事娓娓道来。老花猫从树荫里走过,薄如纸片的耳朵在不易察觉间微微颤动。软绵绵的被子泡在阳光里,松软得像朵云。我骑着单车,任风穿过耳畔,在额头印上冰凉的吻。调皮的风又吹到身后,将衬衫的后摆掀成斗
The world we see - camphor tree is flowing green, the shadow of a shuddering foliage. The sun becomes clear in the afternoon and extends to all places it can be reached. Rippling in the air with a gentle and relaxed rhythm, as always stopped at this point. In the palm of a small town in the south, take a leisurely time to bask in the sunshine in the courtyard and listen to the scenery passing through the little town. The old cat walked through the shade of a tree, and the thin, paper-like ears fluttered slightly imperceptibly. Soft quilt soaked in the sun, soft like a cloud. I ride a bicycle, let the wind through my ears, printed in the forehead cold kiss. Naughty wind blowing behind, the shirt after the lift up fight