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无数个日夜过去,无数次繁花开落,过客去了一拨又来一拨,走在前面的人也更替不断,只有小路还完好如初,静静地倚卧在那里,未曾变动一分。今年南方海边的冬天太温和了,直到前些天在网上见着北京鹅毛般的大雪,看到雪水掩埋冲刷了紫禁城屋檐之上岁月刻画的痕迹,才想到在遥远的北方,冬天早已姗姗而至,梅花应又将翩若惊鸿般开去一度。而南方呢,夏仍恣意而疯狂地占据着本属于冬的一切。这个
Numerous day and night in the past, countless flowers open, passing to a wave of another call, walking in front of people also continue, only the path intact, quietly lying there, has not changed a point. This year, the seaside winter in the south was so modest that until a few days ago that Beijing saw the goose-like snowfall on the Internet, it was only in the far north that the winter was long over when I saw the traces of the years depicting the eaves of the Forbidden City buried in the snow And to, Plum should Pina Ruoshong like to open once. In the south, summer is still wantonly and crazy to occupy all this belongs to the winter. This one